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Love In The Afternoon
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John


making love,
I thought
of blue seas,
tasted salt
upon your shoulder
as you pounded
like the surf,
into me.

starfish danced
across the ceiling,
and rainbows,
in the spray,
clung,
like limpets,
to the wall

I heard
the sirens
sing,
and in spirals,
fell,
gasping,
with measured
heart beats,
and
half-lidded
tourmaline eyes,
onto the narrow
spit
of pure white
imagined
Cuban sand

before I rolled over
and slipped  into
blissful sleep
in the warm hold
of your gentle arms

 

 


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