No Shore

In breath

01/19/16

Blue-green is the color,
Your head upon my lap.
An arm out-stretched,
Hand in your hair,
We're reclined - inclined to nap.
You speak to me in a moan and sigh,
In this there are no words.
But in your breath
And in my breath
There is assurance despite no shore.

Author's Note

Artwork: 'Seas Without A Shore No.2', c.2012 of The Sea & Poe Collection by Chris Anthony.