with slow and deliberate fingertips.
They release a power that contradicts-
soft, sensual, and delicate
yet, they spark a fire within.
They form the shape of words
absorbed by her salty and sandy skin.
Unspoken words turn to ash when they are drawn in
to a body that pulses with the cosmos
when he ignites the universe and splinters time,
like the god of thunder and sky.
Watching the sun rise over the ocean,
the two entwined glow in silence
in a cottage now painted golden.
He sees the glistening sea
in her eyes
and in his
She sees the depths.
A continuation of my poem, “Her Cottage by the Sea,” about two lovers loving by the sea. 💕 That poem was inspired by my poem, “A Writer’s Dream,” about a writer who traded in her mansion for a cottage by the sea. 🌊 It appears I have an evolving storyline, or at least, rising poetic lines. 😁 Thank you for visiting and reading. Be well. 💗 Michele
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Photos: my images, South Carolina coast (for a post inspired by my time in SC, visit my poem w/audio, “Found at Sea“)
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