Thursday, November 4, 2010
Theme Thursday. love is rough
The ocean is rough today:
the wind blows sand from my hands through my heart.
Sea clashing, frothing the rocks, leaping into the air:
the sound continues as I move out of sight.
The wind brushes its fingers through silvery grasses:
a snare-drum song carries upward.
It transforms in the moaning of the bare cypress branches,
still in view of the sea.
Rocks rattle in a pocket against languid fingers,
after a sky-bleached day.
Once dried in the wind and sunlight,
a cotton towel rasps my steamy skin.
A rope swing tightens as it’s wound,
before dizzily spinning out.
Eyes spark to instant attention,
as if a finger or a foot pokes into the comfort zone.
A joy-juiced hug, rocks you over your feet
without knocking you to the ground.
Share a whisper of fear in a doorway,
Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
A touch of coarse hair raises
boar-bristling, blood-tingling life.
I sink my teeth into the source
of my hunger and my satisfaction
I like it rough, I’m finding out.
This is a reprint of a poem I wrote at the beach a while back. I adjusted the first line and it fit for Theme Thursday's writing prompt HERE , Megan provided the photo above. Visit her and the other writers of Theme Thursday and comment, PLEASE!