Woman floating in the sea
The sea combs your hair
It's gravity gone
It floats like treads of silk
Carded by the tide
Your face is an island
Deserted from your body
Your Knees, toes and breasts
A stranded archipelago
In the watery wastelands
You breath with every ebb
Bubbles bursting upwards
Escaping joy
Blowing through
The briny blanket
That once again tucks
You under it's cover
The sand at your back
Wind blown shapes
Undulating like ribs
Starved of flesh.
Wound round you
The calm simplicity
That brings you here
The pulse and tug
Of tide
The jaded lap of waters
The monotonous slap
Of waves crashing
Seaweeds in slow-motion
Wave, their slimy gut
Umbilically holding stones
Keeping you within my reach.
By Tim Buckley
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