Friday, November 04, 2005
In this time of chaos and change
We have very little permanence to hold onto.
We have very little permanence to hold onto.
A coral shell
A jasmine flower
A necklace of seashells
Salty sea-dripped hair
Warm lips pressed against sun-warmed skin
The sun burns softly in the sky
Grains of sand rough against the feet
A warm sea of sensuality drenching the senses.
©all poetry copyrighted by marilyn 2004A jasmine flower
A necklace of seashells
Salty sea-dripped hair
Warm lips pressed against sun-warmed skin
The sun burns softly in the sky
Grains of sand rough against the feet
A warm sea of sensuality drenching the senses.
