Sitting cross legged
on the deck
meshing into
the ebb and flow.
The boat's sway shifts -
slightly off.
Canvas breathes
then settles.
I feel him then
just behind me;
his moon-shadow creeps'
'cross my knees.
His hand brushes
my bare shoulder.
I pull the strap up
from where it fell.
A light touch of fingertips
across the back of my neck
whisper soft
elicits a shiver.
He is agate earth,
onyx sky, sand dollar.
The scent lingers
on my arms;
salt water
and rum cove.
He sits quietly
to sip a beer
having come once again
to claim me.
Author notes
Written June 6th, 2006
A contest entry
- rum cove by Nam.
2000 points, ended June 15, 2006, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is a wonderfully expressive free verse poem which I enjoyed reading very much.
This beautifully expressed poem was a delight to read, written quite vividly in the free verse style, Apparition. It conveys a great depth of emotion and also the acceptance of a relationship, and your economy of words is very effective in this superb poem.
Carl.
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Very nice, glad I stopped by. Love the rum imagery in this piece.
Keep in touch,
ephiphany♥
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I like the ghostly images you painted. They are chilling but in a good way if you know what I mean. If I were to meet one I surely would like him/her to be one like yours. It's good to see you back on AP.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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