Affectionate Water

Long horizon, distantly spread

before slow lifting lines

that lope towards me. A thread

leading long, strong and fine

To a foreign storm, cracking

Silently, lives away.

This salted wall, it’s gift, stacking

high as a breeze lifts

Lace from its face. I rise

to glide down the wind dappled

skin of The Wave, my eyes

searching for that curve graced

to send me on that slow

swift flight of joy and wanting,

lifting me to greet the throw

of the wave’s arc sculpting

this finest of curves, it’s caress

along chest arm and finger

the loving, threatening touch

of my blessed, affectionate, water.

By Mick Sowry http://safetosea.blogspot.com/