Poetry 'n Prose

Swimming In The Dark

I begin to dream of you again

You are swimming in the dark

You pull your legs together

You thrust your legs apart


You are wearing only bracelets

And droplets in your hair

I am swimming close behind you

And breathe your breathed out air


The water’s warm about us both

The ripples hardly sound

I catch you up quite slowly

You do not turnaround


My brain’s becoming captured

For instinct likes this dark

The warm and soft and floating,

From aeons in the past


We glide together slowly

We slow the speed of time

With rhythmic consummation

Our souls are intertwined


My body taken over

My mind is lost in space

But its Thursday morning’s garbage men

Outside when I awake.


By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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