Shiver Love off the Shore

A kiss of the spine,

a touch of the tongue,

a perching silence waits 

with their love.

Letting every wave drag them

to sea,

so perfectly rapturing 

their beauty.

Linens trail the floor,

by the end,

their hearts will be lining

the shore.

She drinks the wine

and kisses his poison.

Evermore, she's sweetly

chosen.

The loveliest bones are cast 

by moonlight,

then boxed up and buried,

to rot in the night.

She cradles his love with something blue.

Hearts lay at peace bending the

love that's true.

Swishes of the sea paint their faces,

by light, the sun will have made

their beautiful dances.

Reviews

[paperdaydreams]

i'm not really sure why but i love the word 'rapture' at the moment :') really nice poem, like the imagery used, love the line 'swishes of the sea paint their faces'

[Kala Benfield]

Thank you