maybe it’s the colour of sex
skin on a sunny beach
up close and sweaty
sun lotion the perfume
and the taste on my lips
dash into breaking waves
sand shifting underfoot
gliding into a slap soft landing
sliding skewed onto heroship
everything is close up
all myopic macrocosm
glossy warm lips
hot quick breath
and sand in everything
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
