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Sat, 12/01/2013 - 22:18 — Steve Garside
Consider the map
of your thumb
then walk my eye
along the coastline
of your forearm.
Your shoulder; sun dressed
down to the shadowed snug
of your neck
where I discover this
treasured kiss of mine.
With you I am the sea
and huddled coves of whispers,
the taut sail and cloudlit night
star chart of your dreams
and the naked skin of time.
Comments
it sails
It certainly sails as a poem. I am engaged by the first two verses most - they have a teasing quality, (though maybe the 'your shoulder' clause was a little awkward). The last verse felt for me a little more conventional, bar the last line! Hope this makes sense. -pete
oh
it does Pete - many thanks :-)