poetry – Page 71

Cool Against the Skin

A faint whisper
from a long summer.

A dark blanket
from a cold winter.

By the sea,

By the hills,

By both, we
feel cool
against
the skin.

Encased within winter,
between the green hills
and
the blanket grey sky
you hear a faint whisper.

You hear a whisper
from spring,
a spring
cool
against
the skin.

Quibble with a fish
Such language in the bubbles
Hiding in the depths

Mustering courage,
you brace for the blossoming
hayfever sneezing.

From one to many
Grey hairs are multiplying
without permission

Too tired to cook
Dreaming a Dragon visit
A wild barbeque

An explosive cake
Icing all over your face
Guests licking

my restless heart

wander lusting for the
monotony to end

When we were young,
when you and I, you and me, we used to listen to the sea.

Now we live so far away,
in different places; foreign places so far away from where we used to listen to the sea.

Without knowing why,
at a random time of the day,
you and I, you and me, we will listen from afar to the sea.

Caught off guard.

She moves like the waves of the ocean,
diaphanous fabric flowing like water.

A look my way.

She beckons me to swim in her ocean
and ride the waves of her wild sea.

Consumed by sea fabric.