Guest Poet Mary Lockwood
Blue
Weightless in the cool undulating blue,
My nose sun-painted with freckles,
I draw near and wrap myself around you.
I feel your heat, do you feel my shiver?
The water warms between us and
We kiss like an ocean to a river.
If there were gulls flying, we had no clue,
Nor did we see the sailboats pass
Weightless in the cool undulating blue.
June, 2001
Mary Lockwood's Questions:
1) I am concerned that this might feel stunted. Do you feel it would benefit from more stanzas?
2) The second stanza seems to stumble and I am open to suggestion on how to adjust the wording, but keep the main idea.
3) Any title suggestions?
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