keith holyoak

In the Gulf Stream


Afloat on the warm wet bed of the sea,
     soothed by fingering ripples
           flowing south,
the water shimmering over me
     laps at my upturned nipples,
           salts my mouth.
Between my legs, between my breasts,
     a sinuous motion follows—
           dolphins break
skyward through the foamy crests
     to plunge back in the hollows.
           They overtake
me in the stream, and each in turn
     with upward thrust reveals
           my hips to the sun,
then drops me down to splash and churn
     the ocean that conceals
           what has been done.

© 2003 by Keith Holyoak
First printed in Candelabrum Poetry Magazine (2003).









In the Gulf Stream

Gulf Stream
© 2008 by Jim Holyoak