Semaphores

Semaphores Slippery slopes remain Cooled by the air My palms and fingers Slid inside your dress Running Along your spine Tingled to your neck Converts body I wandered And plundered In the taciturn distance Make you a sea And I your beach Make you a wave And I your crest Make you a castle And I the bricks To stand upon the shore I the wind Whisper its caresses In my hand Impart And hold you Aloft Slippery slopes remain