Friday, 5 August 2011

Cold Radiance

skinny dipping
on sopping silk
a cold pooling
of lunar refraction
steeps our
summer drowsing

ghostly fish,
lustrous slivers,
skip across
tumid fleshy belly
I kiss that
soft arousing

lip traced
phantom trail
silver shimmering
wandering avenue
to a mellifluent
moss dowsing

maybe one more verse to follow

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