August 26, 2014 at 9:22 pm (Poems) (, , )

Firm push at my back,
soft belly releasing me:
carried by the swell.

We live as we swim,
where our Animals take us:
this is happiness.

When you hold my hand,
there is something different:
playful, dolphinesque.

Mine is gentle sea,
buoyant, with no surprises:
drinking setting suns.



  1. amac said,

    I like this very much. Gentle. Soothing. Ironically I posted one of the same title. Nothing like yours. Always a pleasure to read you, J.

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