Liquid Fantasy
cold to the touch of warm sandy toes -
ebb and flow of liquid fantasy.
coolness climaxes at her sculpted shoulders.
coral hair, like seagrass, floats.
shapely legs morph. her tail breaches,
slaps salty air, then plunges into the deep.
4/13/2022
Line Gauthier’s Bite Size Poem no 42
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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