The sky is ocean blue in Bath today, and has made me yearn for the Sea. I wrote this last May, but the words ring just as true today. Happy weekend, Sea lovers xx
So very kind to hands plunged in.
This soft heaviness, welcoming scooped palms.
Whispered sussurations as stones settle deep.
Then a parting, lifting of palms, all creases scars
wrinkles lie smoothed, blessed
by the fine chalkdust of these
thousands of miniature planets.
Powdered and perfumed every one, by pulsating tides-
Saltlaquered and dried smooth by
Yet with more ardent caresses comes the quickening.
A slow moistening transforms
dust- shrouded bodies in to stars:
Glittering and ruby-veined- quivering with embrocation.
Aroused by rising water claiming its own.
Drawing treasures in to itself,
Gracing hands fragrant, lulled and heightened by this moment.
Which comes, intensely, by loving touch alone.
Copyright Tom Tide 2017