by Daniel C. Boyer
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When I swim, I can feel you
at the moment my muscles tense in my shoulders and my arms whip round
as my gasp breaks the surface I can feel your touch, masseuse inside these
the cool green water dozes and floats with zebra light,
roused for a second, torn, by my rude passage
then it settles down more deeply
I float, deep in the arms of the girl with silver hair,
her touch so soft it does not graze my skin
(forgotten, the lover who tore into my side)
On her whispers, deeply cloaked, I am intent
Like a slightly aggressive angel she comes, her dress and veil and face of
her cheeks with silver glittering
Far gone, those years when everything lost its taste
when in my dark heart fires ghost was cocked
I float endlessly in her soft wet cloud
looking up at the Coloradoan sky
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|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Daniel you painted a very beautiful picture of love in a smooth, relaxed setting. How very good is this poem. Bill|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Great write with wonderful imageries and feelings.
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by jude forese
|no better way to look at it...|
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Bless that Colorado sky. It is beautiful.
So is the poem