Heart buckles with mind weight,
scoffing a croissant with apricot jam.
Nipples are bare and sea breeze
rustles my pubic hair.
Mouth touched nipples first,
now cigarettes, lips, bottles.
Feet leave the cliff edge,
flash of air and sea splash.
Pussy! he shouted not noticing
the woman was first to jump.
Hands reach out and touch feet
dangling upon a beige sofa.
Lips only dreamt off sail away
like the months do under the bow.
Legs will disembark my body
from this ship, and from those
eyes that pool love like wells
down to the soul of life.
Soul is having things be done to it
by your beauty, I cannot stop it.
Fingers tap it out but it slips away
like Nissi sand from my cheap sandals.
Arms hug you at night and lightening
strikes, my chest is the ground,
your body
is the sky.
