Long are the Nymph’s Limbs



Long are the nymph’s limbs lithe in their being

close on white cotton, satin spread wantonly apart,

and close is my moment of mature desire relived.

She wakes like a wave of emerald sea upon my shore

and my sturdy vessel veteran of many voyages sails

her pristine clear aqua vitae of blue, of red, of gold.

Sweet is the wet I feel lapping against my solid keel

as I plough my prow through her furrowed swell.

Saline sweat smears our skin like seawater washing,

drenching us in sin of a forbidden harbour plundered.

We lock like gates holding in still waters, safe from

the tempestuous wrath of the great green ocean.

The horizon is a distant place, flat lined of nothing.

We, here, curling into our heated being, lie in circles

of one heart, one mind, of bodies both young and old.



Rochester, 2016


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Image from: https://vanhocnghethuat.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/lovers-moon-ocean.jpg


About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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