smooth blue satin

evening’s arms and you

pull me closer, inhale dusk  

your pulse with mine

our tender currents tremble

aspen leaves in rain

salty dew perfumes

our skin our careless hair

our bodies understand

shadow’s hungry need

ascent along slow curves

our silhouettes and we

pulled from drowning swim

to save each other breathe

kisses into sails

fastened deep below

glide into stillness

curl to one another

yield the waves that follow

smooth unfurling satin

© Copyright 2007 Susan M. Botich