salt water in winter,
two fingers deep
secret to staying afloat,
vulva tides awash with secrecy
worn beneath cotton bedsheets
and that short black coat,
temptation and lust
a wanting beyond the
open expanse of ocean,
swell and topography,
knowing placement and feeling,
blind cartographer
left fingerprints and tongue
impressions,
beneath a wayward sun,
tremors that crawl
emotion burned nerves,
and within no hollow thrum,
with tug she guided
fold and rise
waves break over rocks
map has it’s relief
with tidal surge,
shudder and compression,
the moment when the sea becomes
translucent,
and memory of this voyage
imprinted overwriting
others lesser and shorted
Micheline an amazing artist go and visit her website and find her on twitter @artymicheline
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