by Eileen Carney Hulme
I lean into you,
we bury down
in the dunes
the breeze holds
like a whisper
you stroke my brown knees
your fingers
are my unspoken thoughts
the silence is sensuous,
suffuses like
scent of sandalwood
I watch
the sea
your hands
the waves
seep into my bones
the sky descends
we sleep in blue.
Last updated May 02, 2015