Poetry 'n Prose


The water holds my body in the light
there is a shoal of red and green fish,
above us now turning so slowly;

among your laughter and my dreams
rests oyster shells, limpets
and a line of seahorses
riding up towards the surface as we float
together in the underworld, bubbles rising
around us

between your legs, I float
lean back against your breasts and smiling
you run your fingers over my face, my hair,
again and again as if I had just emerged,
needing to be woken up and well cleansed
before you could help me onto dry land.

By 67paintings

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

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