A couple in the ocean,out away from others who might
see more than they bargained for,
but I, alone and floating on a boogie
board, have quite a good imagination.
Are her legs wrapped tightly
'round his torso? Has she dropped her
straps and are his hands on buoyant
breasts let loose to bobble in the sea?
They are not teens; they're younger than
I am by 10 or 20 years, but I am not
so old that I don't know what they
are doing, out beyond the waves
where the greenish waters run more
deeply than the ones that I am
merely floating in, alone, where
mythic characters still dance
beneath the surface, and where
lovers can have privacy beneath
the watchful eye of God and
all creation.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
No comments:
Post a Comment