R.A.D. Stainforth's lovely delivery...
I sit cross-legged and watch,
as your sea fades and shrinks;
shell-like bubbles break,
in the lingering suds.
I listen, bath-wrinkled,
shiver, as your voice runs liquid,
your soft night-time eyes blink,
as you take a drag,
curls drip behind your ears;
your lips within kissing distance.
tk/ April 2012
|image by Manu Pombrol|
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