On the Shore

Love and a bottle and some shore.

-Geneva Willis-

I am the bottle to your ship-
holding us in a timeless ascent, and rotating with tides.
For once the bottle has a purpose.
Sweet tarragon and lemongrass across my tongue,
posing in the breeze through drawn grey curtains-
face pressed into the hollow below your ribs.
Skin, the amber of desert sand, colliding with cloud white.
Sloping eyes, adrift in sleep, fingers woven
through all that unbraided pearl and ivory.
I think of just your face.
Subtle and soothing, orange and redbush, yet brimming with
overtones in pomegranate and blue.
Careful as cinnamon, cloves, and cardamom-
my thumb brushes your eyelids, they flutter,
and inside those irises of rain-drop-blue
the ocean unfolds, a balcony floor disperses,
and you are the shore.

Author's Note

Anything is helpful.

Reviews

[zainul]

I am wondering how "Anything" may be added to be "helpful" when it appears spicy
and fragrant itself.There is no vulgar thing.A decent presence of love and romance
bloom as a colorful lovely flower.