An Atlantic Breeze
She palms my cheek,
lifts hair from nape, kisses it
as I contemplate gentleness
for it isn't always her nature.
She's wooing me this summer eve
and I'm hard pressed to remember
a tempest she can be..
For now toes sink into cool sand,
waves gently ripple ashore
as seagulls soar
undaunted in her July sky.
by Margaret Bednar, July 5, 2018
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Scribble It - "Peace is every Step"
5 comments:
This should be a song, Margaret! I believe one of your lovelies is musically inclined? Just beautiful :)
Memories flood back for me, in your poem.
There is such a strong physical aspect of this... the toes in the sand especially.
She is a dear, dear lover. I love the way you set this up. It was really beautiful and had me wanting to share...you know, three way...lol!!! Great work Girl!!!
The Atlantic has always been my favorite coast, you have described the feeling beautifully, Margaret.
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