A dream in lockdown.
Shallow gasps of desperate air,
Lungs bursting in the depths of joy,
Temples pounding with bending blood -
And then our hands touch dry land,
Fingering the ripples in the sand,
And we drag ourselves along the beach,
Turning on to our backs, fish out of water,
Mouths open, miming some primeval chant,
Sucking the sweet ether of blissful union,
Aching like two lucky shipwrecked sailors.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-01-12 at 21:58
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Castaways
Love-making is like drowning,Shallow gasps of desperate air,
Lungs bursting in the depths of joy,
Temples pounding with bending blood -
And then our hands touch dry land,
Fingering the ripples in the sand,
And we drag ourselves along the beach,
Turning on to our backs, fish out of water,
Mouths open, miming some primeval chant,
Sucking the sweet ether of blissful union,
Aching like two lucky shipwrecked sailors.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 216 times
Written on 2021-01-12 at 21:58
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