Solaris


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Shiver-watching:
 

his body rises from the
slow water
++++++shaking,
 

sweeping sou’westerly
lifting salt beads
from his skin.
 

I lie
pale-golden
+++++++and glistening
+++++++++++++++waiting
 

for his feverish tongue
to slip
across cooldamp dunes.
 

Stem arced,
aching for the crest
+++++++++++I realise
 

it is not he
who has ascended
to burn above me
 

but I
who have tipped towards him
 

as naturally as the earth tilts,
+++++++++++++++++seeking
its sun.
 
 

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Free Verse, Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s