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Salt and Seashells
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NEW STUFF Poems 2020
Sea salt made a fine layer of dust on your skin
when the cresting waves alternatingly
pushedand pulled your body
with the readiness of a lover. I stood
on the shore, toes gently lapped
by the aftermath to
the small violences you refused to shy away from
and daydreamed about your voice against my skin.
I called out to you, then,
and culled the seashells from my fist to select
the one best suited for your hand.
Classically brief, this poem
Classically brief, this poem made me feel I was write there, like eavesdropping, to overhear the conversation it conveys and the action its presents. This is another beautiful demonstration of your obviously weoo refined talent. I sure am glad to see your poems appearing here. Each one is a spectacular reading event.
J-Called