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).
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Gulf Stream
© 2008 by Jim Holyoak
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