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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