Imperfectly Human

 

The ocean

Caresses my skin

With briny lips

And coaxes

Salted scales from

My thighs

 

She accepts my

Velvety air filled orbs

Which rise to her smooth visage

And replaces them

With opalescent pearls

Between my bare breast

 

I listen to her frothy

Lullaby as she

Plays sand and stone

Over strings of seaweed

And I am filled with

Lusty thoughts

Of depths imagined beyond

Horizons and lands I have not

Yet ventured

 

My eyes fill with tears

As I listen to the distant,

Lonesome whale song

Calling out to mates

 

I dive beneath her again

And delight in her

Delicious liquid embrace

That casts aside

All that makes me

Imperfectly human

 

 

 

Reviews

[Art]

what a nice descriptive...flowing poem...to find oneself within the grasp of the ocean and all its beauty is to know the very foundations of the Soul...the physical being is still trying to reach that idea of perfection...unfortunately it can only view the beauty and wonders of life and feel its imperfections...a very nice and inspirational piece...

[OT]

oo surreal sensuality in this one - the apathy and longing - the envy of the whales and caress of the waves! brilliant poetry!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sensuality is never a weakness it is human nature... it does leave us feeling vulnerable at times... very sensual poem.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Sensuous, bursting with imagery,
sad and lonely as the receding tide.
You have been away from here for too
long. This is the kind of wrting that
excites and inspires us.
More please

----- Eagle Cruagh