Poetry 'n Prose

They swam naked in the sea

They swam naked in the sea

and sea-water dripped from their skin
and they stroked and licked each other
in the shallows, both of them

drenched in sea

Later with wavelets lapping them
they pooled sea water

in clipped hands

and for an instant saw the moon
reflected in each other’s palms.

By 67paintings

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

5 replies on “They swam naked in the sea”

A Jungian therapist once told me that archetypes move us deeply, gnawing at our innards with an innate power. It comes out in our dreams to be realised.
I just sipped my tea, without a clue of
how true this was.

Beautiful poem=)
This feels like a continuation of Swimming in the Dark, although I don’t know if you had that poem in mind when writing this.

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