A stroll

Wednesday, April 01, 2015 0 Comments

I wanna wander hand in hand,
Under the moon, at the beach side
Your hands hidden inside your pockets,
I hear you talking gentle
The tone like a velvette
Rasping through my senses.

I hurry to match your measured steps,
The waves lapped with a gentle lick,
Their tongue wicked, cold and flicked...
I turned and watched you staring at the distance,
The port, ship, some spot you watched,
Your eyes crinkled, mind lost...
My mind focussed, eyes drawn
To the lean angle of the cheeks and jaw...
I let my eyes roam gently,
Not stopping fearing censure...
Time still and waves lapped,
Moon shone and my eyes were trapped...

Viji

Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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