TEMPO

There's a fine wind gusting
through this inlet on a strange sea
the boat sways with swells that roll
beneath me nothing but the sun
and breeze upon my hungry skin
I wish for a lover like the wind
one who knows me knows
to stroke the wisps of small hairs
on my belly knows the curve
of my neck raises my nipples
with a breath comes in waves
between my thighs a rush then
pause to feel the light begin
to glow within my loins then
rush again.

© Joan Barton, 1998

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