Aqua de Beber
When with you, gin, rum or bourbon, I do not need
Just amorous you, plus drinking water fill all my needs.
A bit of Jobim's Bossa Nova, add that fall breeze
simply luscious and divine.
Knowing I am yours, in arms that embrace me,
as the most, tender of all cherished vines.
9/4/2021
Categories:
beber, beautiful, imagery, love,
Form: Rhyme
Lapping against the shoreline’s edge,
Fluid quartz-crystal of waves rush
through my toes . As I align home-made
paper boats wiggling against ebb tide,
the looped hammock of moon gently cradles
strains from Jobim’s notes, ‘ Agua de Beber, ’
where summer memoirs drip inside my veins:
On this familiar trail, he would nestle
A cocktail of stars unto my hands… riding
upon the torrid pulse of a bamboo’s gyre,
quietly leading me into the fragrant sea
that we, dream-walkers , mesh atop an islet’s breast.
Yet now, only silence mates a heart gazing at
paper boats, humped sandstone far off a ridge
that in August’s glittering last queue,
hints of ‘Agua de Beber’ speak to me
about a current, paddling on a waterfront,
Gentle and wild as the tidal net of retrospect.
Contest: Laura Loo's Any Poem written in February 2016
Submitted 2/12/2017
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Originally posted 2/ 5/ 2016
Categories:
beber, introspection, sea,
Form: Free verse