Waves
The lovely lilt of waves.
Keen lullaby of waves.
Idyllic fingernails —
the crest of each curt wave.
Her blue diamond eyes.
Kind blinking of the waves.
Soft palms against the boat -
a blond with gentle waves.
And cosseting the hull —
firm arms beneath the waves.
The wind picks up in speed.
Hear screeching of the waves.
Like sharks with teeth, bare gums,
the multitude stirs waves.
The dreaded beasts with claws.
No fish tread in these waves.
Into the sailor’s throat,
the sirens toss the waves.
The capsized boat slow plays
a dirge of captured waves.
For Fred was caught in net.
The moon resolves the waves.
6/7/2019
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