jealous

part of the 'coupling' series

jealous

 

the curve

      as if the wind would hold you

up in the moon’s embrace.

you unfurl,

silver nacre falls down

in a single rain

 

i can taste the salts on your tongue

soft tender gentle once

a sea and

your spindly fingers

hold the stars in chip-chapped

nails and sparks of shooting stars

in the filaments of your hair

 

as a moon caresses you there.

Reviews

[Jola]

Interesting poem.... I like him.

[Lilith]

I can't think of anything negative to say about this poem. Absolutely wonderful, keep writing!