put your bikini on over the blanket of
what screams your
history let
this fibre take
the air scrumpled
pills
you got from all that
rubbing
on the underside of other clothes set
the
body free let handles be for
grabbing
there are eyes for everything the sea the constant
self-absorption
of the age it is your friend
and
mine nobody is looking
at your body listen to the
whirring it’s not the surf that’s the sound of fear
now
put the swimmer
on
You know, I have only read this today.
ReplyDeleteSeems women in the ocean are the thing this last couple of days. I love this piece.