The whole of the ocean
is a fool's desire.
It teems with men and ships
hauling who knows what
to who knows where,
and, really,
who the hell cares?
Dreams are better drawn
from the little
local
bit of wet
at the tips of her fingers.
Once, a lady of advanced years
told me, dear,
every fox goes gray;
every beautiful face
must give its grace
away or lose it for nothing.
Look out at the water, honey.
Let's leave it,
it will still be there
should we care to come back.
For now, I only desire
the little
local
bit of wet
at the tip of your tongue--
a tide that rides from me
to you
to me again
sweeter than anything
any selkie
could pursue.
_____
for Susie's "Bits Of Inspiration" at Real Toads. I pursued a water theme.
photo: from a 1957 issue of Playboy, or so the source says.
Very provocative. A bit of perfection from a nice bit of inspiration.
ReplyDeleteSO excellently do you describe me current wisdom state of mind, dear friendPoet!!!!
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^= <3
Very lulling in rhythm, and there's a simplicity to the desires here that make them wise. I especially like the line about every fox going grey, and about giving grace away or losing it anyway. A lovely bit of light on the water, reflecting, Shay.
ReplyDeleteI like the choosing of the small bit of wetness over the whole of the ocean....and then the reference to the "tide that rides from me to you to me again."
ReplyDelete"a little bit of wet ... a tide the rides from me to you."
ReplyDeletefrom the the smallest detail to the overwhelming rush. Pretty much covers it
Loved this . . . the who knows what to who knows where and who the hell cares to the provocative last stanza. :0)
ReplyDeleteWow...a great poem *and* I learned what a Selkie is. Nice! :-)
ReplyDeleteI think you have to get to a certain age before you know what really matters. (I've been at that juncture for at least a decade.)
ReplyDeleteHot and sweet at the same time.
That picture is beautiful and so perfect for your romantic poem. That woman was clearly distracted by nothing and needed to be brought back down to earth.
ReplyDeleteDear Shay ... Stanza three ~~ each word a treasure! Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. I love that picture, too.
ReplyDeleteTip of the finger
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The faint prelude to deluge is exciting indeed.
You spin desire so ageless and beautifully Shay.
You absolutely HAD me at those first two lines. Fantastic.
ReplyDeleteExcellent look out and looking in, an entire ocean teaming with men and industry or
ReplyDeleteyou here and now, we two. No imports. Rocking Rhythm. A sweet lullaby.
I am in love with this poem.
ReplyDeletewhoosh. that little bit... ~
ReplyDeleteI keep looking for ways to say "gorgeous," and "sensual" and "inspired" because I repeat myself w/ every poem you write! Damn, girl, you're too good!
ReplyDeleteGoodness this is beautiful...there is such a gorgeous, intimate flow to your words. You always amaze me. Thank you for taking part in the challenge and your kind words and thoughts for Dawn. Please forgive my slow response to your work.
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