Re: Night Swimming

On Monday, July 1, 2002 at 9:25:25 AM UTC-4, Marian wrote:

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Your wet shoulders shiver
in the midnight glow of a starless sky.
The freshwater loch tunnels
out before us, its lap edged by black
tor towering into oval murk
overhead. My wet hair falls in folds,
in kinks about my head.
The beach disintegrates from reach
it sinks beneath a slope
of turgid oaks whose leaves,
creased like clenched palms, flay
in doleful moans that flit
through the coppice of sundry trees.
I cannot feel the depth beneath
my kicking feet, the turbid ring around
my shoulders grows warmer.
Sliding ripples gather momentum
from your bare swim. When we meet
like this, in stillness, and the melting ice
of your lips greets me, it's as if the residue
of summer's dusk dulls, and twilight
stains our outlines as floating silhouettes.

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Another nice poem about Night Swimming....