Tuesday, September 22, 2009

holiday

holiday
Hear the peace of water melted against the heat of too warm body lying restful in the sun. And toasted even browner than the earth--surrounding body partially shaded by trees gently swaying overhead. Slowly tilting in reverence, more the wind than the human.
--Soft breezes across skin and the gentle scent of Apricot rises from flesh—covered misty and salt.
Arabesque, arabesque, arabesque – gathered dust swirls mindless indifferent the bird high aloft seeks shade or prey—forlorn –and without mate or nest.
Crystal glass of water, lemon-in with ice, casts fresh prism grown rainbows against newly oiled thighs—shift. Open. Shift. Restless. Hopeless.
Wondering, useless and the sea water gently laps against the shore, nature with clear pace pounds out the true rhythm.
--The body seeks reprieve from the passionate sun—rises toward water slips gently inside sea curling first around feet, legs, thighs, stomach, breasts—welcome tepid.

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