SwimminglyA Poem by Ben Taylor
The moon bares its teeth salaciously,
Grinning as I attempt to avert my eyes.
Her skin shivers as it touches the water.
The stars coruscate from her shoulders,
And I, too, shiver
Despite the summer's sultry breath.
She glances back mischievously
As midnight susurrations tangle the hair
On her bare back;
I see the devil in her smile
And feel a devil of my own
Descend my ribs like rungs.
The water ensconces her as she slips in
It glides across her skin,
A tide encroaching upon some
Footsteps trail behind me in the sand
As my devil drags me forwards,
As the water laps my feet.
© 2012 Ben Taylor
Added on June 13, 2012
Last Updated on June 13, 2012
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