Careened

Careened

A Poem by Lola Nation

His hands sculpt

the perfect orgasm

from within, her voice

carries through

the sea-salt wind,

while the moon

pulls the tides,

whispering I love you

through the ocean

as it boldly rises

and falls down to knees

on whitewashed sand-

he holds her face

in the palms of his hands,

blue eyes sun flecked stare

with foreign intensity

into the wide green abyss

blinking back every year

that she waited so long

to be

right here.


© 2011 Lola Nation



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That is very beautiful, Lola. I can feel the salt sea wind in my face.

Posted 9 Months Ago


really like "the sea salt wind". This tone is intimate, sad, and somewhat resigned. the diction really digs into heart - whitewashed, green abyss, here.

I think I prefer your shorter pieces, for now at least

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so good to find new words from you here

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

congratulations (and it's a down right great love poem)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Lola Nation
Lola Nation

Los Angeles, CA



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Please find my work on these two sites. For poetry: http://insult-to-injury-poetry.blogspot.com/. For short stories: http://make-it-short.blogspot.com/ ABOUT ME: I am originally from Venice Be.. more..

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