Sound
Your face ripples to mind
to pleasure me
and out again
an image lost
only to splash onto my page of work
clear as a beached shell
I listen down to low tide
hoping to hear your breath
but its softness drowns
in the warning cry of a starboard buoy
lurching on the bars of waves
stretched across the sound.
Each breaker’s damp white hem
pillowed by the rocks
echoes the whisper of my voice
saying your name.
Auther:~ ???
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