Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Sandcastle


Lying in the moon
we listen to our breathing
as your fingers trace
the graceful curve of my breast
rising and falling - for you.


1 comment:

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Andrew, this was so short I overlooked it. What a beautiful poem, the imagined moment of a perfect coupling. And the breath, "rising and falling - for you," as if it's not only the exhalation, but the actual falling in love.

Sublime. Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/02/twofer-six-wd-sat-and-carnegie-hall/