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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Wet Season |
| Author: | Pegasus22 |
| Date Submitted: | 5/28/2005 |
| Poem: |
The wet season brings The surging two metre swell Out of the coastline Into our consciousness. Fingertips through hair Navels entwined Picasso’s minotaur comes to mind. Down and forward in long shuddering bursts Till the obvious is obviated And we rest in harmony on the floor, Our dark sweaty locks blending With eastern patterns. When I spent my days away I never realised it could be this way. Now like a feral weed Plumed from the storm water I’ve crossed from suburbia into the bush Now when I observe every curl on your head A sensual life all of its own is developing. I who am usually so careful to remain free Am sucked in by the schmutzigkeit of it all.... |