April 4, 2012
The waves roll in
As clear as glass
And pure as ice
On roasting rocks
In the harbor
White sails tacking
Slice through blue
On shining water
Heavy summer sun
On burning skin
Calls you, dares you
Please, go in!
And then
A searing feeling
Heretofore unknown
Picture something
Frying in a pan
The hiss and sizzle
When you put it in
The tight constriction
0f the skin
The senses jam
The skin can't tell
If it's cold as ice
Or hot as Hell
Some conditions
Of the soul
Can be
Like that.
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Dianne Schuch - Lindsey
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Comments
The metaphor is perfect.
rated with love
Beautifully crafted imagery - a delight to read!
;-)
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Thanks Sky for adding another dimension of association.