Pearlized
She pulls my suds far out to sea
with tide holding much more of me
than liquid hands allowed to see
what I would show to you.
Her swirl and tug do spiral down
as beaded pearl on satin gown
dressed up to cover grimaced frown
that ponders what may be.
For each lace bustle sings in croon
to coraled reef 'neath rising moon,
the song that glows before monsoon
storms in my eyes of brown.
Enraptured plea in eddy form
springs zippered lover cool, then warm
with passive core where I conform
to dance in captive tune.
As whirlwind then, my love fast flows
beyond her depths in passion throes;
young petals plucked from satin hose
in brine of sea transform.
And there astute beneath her weight
to course my veins and conjugate
lies rounded pearl through mix of fate
that offers no repose.
Its beauty like the weave of time
is offered to your world sublime;
a gem to pay for tide washed crime
in fill of empty plate.
So soft my gift makes this debut
from silken nape as to construe
on satin sheet laid prone for you
resounding sea sung chime.
Copyright © 2007
Pamela A. Lamppa
(All Rights Reserved)
Poetry by Pamela A Lamppa
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2007-06-16 at 00:27
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