Submerged Again

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    Submerged Again

    Violent wind.
    Pushing in from the lake
    Splaying my hair towards everywhere.
    I have been looking down.
    Hand on your arm
    Tracing its own conversation.
    Our bodies held unaware of their weight.
    I looked up; the wind
    Suddenly untying the tangled strands
    Flushing it straight back up off my neck – stopping.
    “Yes, that’s it.”
    Your palm warms.
    Full, flat against my check.
    Turning my face towards yours.
    My face turned into cornsilk
    Silk, sweet lips slid across my mine
    My hair streaming.
    One wet, slick direction.
    Underwater again.

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    JoeMartin commented on Submerged Again

    07-06-2009

    Sensuous and alive. The short lines slip from image to image.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    CLMatyskela’s Poems (21)

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    Askance 1
    2 Friend in Need 0
    Growing Pains 1
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    Silence 0
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