This is in praise of going overboard!
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 air of blissful union,
Aching like lucky, shipwrecked sailors.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-10-30 at 22:49
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Castaway
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 air of blissful union,
Aching like lucky, shipwrecked sailors.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-10-30 at 22:49
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