Simply Elemental

Fluid as a Hokusai wave,

this blushing Granite.

Wind-worn, Mica-clad curves.

Solid and sensual-

An athlete’s thighs.

Yet so maddeningly quixotic!

A draughtsman’s Midnight doodles.

Speech-bubbles from a comic, with only one phrase looming:

‘Are we real’? Grinning Sphinx mouths mock replies.

Who care’s, when they’re so beautiful?

Even their make up exotic. Feldspar: now there’s a word.

As precious as a rare spice.

I want to curl up and sleep in those cradling shapes.

Peaceful, on Sun-warmed flanks.


Copyright Tom Tide 2017









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