Sea Salvation

 I fling my pale-as-powder body
on blanket covered sand, watch
sun spray golden rays across
sea-salted ocean waves.  My face
blushes rosy as I devour erotica,
fingers pushing stray hairs
behind my ears.  When my eyes
close, I remember that wooden
swing you pushed skyward
over wild grasses, and I smile
before onset of twilight twists
my thoughts, and soaks
my spirit in melancholia.

Written for
Sunday Wordle #66:  swing, rosy, erotic, cover, powders, stray, pale, fling, gold, grasses, spray, melancholy

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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13 Responses to

  1. Misky says:

    Lovely. Really lovely.


  2. markwindham says:

    a book on the beach makes just about everything ok. well done


  3. Mike Bayles says:

    I like this one.


  4. Gentle AND erotic in its way. Another in a grand string of Sara Mc to devour and enjoy! Thanks, Portland!


  5. julespaige says:

    I’d like the cabana on the left please… Very nice write.

    I’m here:


  6. Cathy says:

    Reading Fifty Shades of Grey ? hehehe (actually I page through it and said not!)
    Very good poem too


  7. Powerful stuff! Really enjoyed your poem. Those were good words this week weren’t they?


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