Indulge my eyes in snow-white paper,
undressing word, too shy for sunshine,
her moon,
my whispered, silver crystal,
wading ripple, wandering shore;
secret scoring stroke,
provoking river,
revealing shiver,
calling heart to heat,
and midnight.
You are sub-conscious line
designed in gift
to bare the evening wrapped around me;
vine,
as rose-wet wine
of moister lips,
flaring hips,
relaxing hue to bending tether;
our ballet sips of effervescent skin,
I glide in holding,
sweet, colder palpitation,
inside my luminescent fingers.
In a list
A contest entry
- Skinny Dipping by Danna Hobart.
375 points, ended September 21, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is wonderful. Thank you for entering.
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When I was 14, I swam a mile downstream when the older kids decided to skinnydip. 
I've been only once, with Don, when I was 33. It turned out to be worth the embarrassment. 
This is lovely, sensual, subtle & moving, dear Scribe. Good luck in Danna's contest, Sweetie. 
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this is excellent
I've been writing something for this prompt, too...lol.
"Indulge my eyes in snow-white paper,
undressing word, too shy for sunshine,"
I love that...this has such beautiful & sensual imagery
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