Seal Kisses
Well, it's supposed to be
summer. It doesn't feel like summer, but if I keep images of it before
me at all times, it has to arrive at some point, right?
Seal Kisses
By Annmarie Lockhart
From my soft-sand spot under the umbrella
I could see him playing in the waves.
He was a creature of sun and surf, more seal than man,
Riding wave after cresting wave,
Glinting in the sunspray in a way I never could,
Nonswimmer that I am.
I stayed there warm on the sand watching him,
Tasting the lime and mint of my icy mojito,
Listening to the waves like a live echo in a seashell.
He rose up out of those waves and came to where I was.
Wet, cold, briny, he brought his ocean to me,
And I shrieked and tingled and held onto him
As if to a lifeline.
Goosebumps raised as he kissed me,
Trailing his salty, sandy way from my lips to my neck to my shoulder,
The thrill of the cold mixing with the thrill of his touch.
He stretched out on a towel next to me;
I watched the water bead and run along his ribs.
We held hands while he dried in the sun,
And I wished for a dress in the colors of this day:
Sand, sea, skin, and sparkle.
Seal Kisses
By Annmarie Lockhart
From my soft-sand spot under the umbrella
I could see him playing in the waves.
He was a creature of sun and surf, more seal than man,
Riding wave after cresting wave,
Glinting in the sunspray in a way I never could,
Nonswimmer that I am.
I stayed there warm on the sand watching him,
Tasting the lime and mint of my icy mojito,
Listening to the waves like a live echo in a seashell.
He rose up out of those waves and came to where I was.
Wet, cold, briny, he brought his ocean to me,
And I shrieked and tingled and held onto him
As if to a lifeline.
Goosebumps raised as he kissed me,
Trailing his salty, sandy way from my lips to my neck to my shoulder,
The thrill of the cold mixing with the thrill of his touch.
He stretched out on a towel next to me;
I watched the water bead and run along his ribs.
We held hands while he dried in the sun,
And I wished for a dress in the colors of this day:
Sand, sea, skin, and sparkle.
Posted by Annmarie at 6/10/2009 9:22 PM 
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart free verse
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart free verse
I don't know where to begin Annmarie, such is the beauty of your words. Summer love is all over this with it's rush and tingle. I could smell the cocoa butter and salt mingling with each word. You are a very good sensory writer and that is a tough nut to crack for many of us. Wonderful!
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I don't know what the weather is like by you, Val, but here in NJ, summer has been taking its sweet time getting here. So summer images are all we've got til we finally get the real thing.
Thanks for reading! Looking forward to reading more of your poetry soon!
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