I Loves You Porgy

You have hair like the way the sea curls
it’s wave-lip is consuming,
To lap upon the next leg of sand
And these rocks are your muscles,
And they wrap seaweed around your arms
Those hands which you clasp like oyster shells
The epitomised view of great fish
In ratio to the small you seek
To snap is to eat from the mouth of your tributary
To open your arms wide is to meet the sea.

 

© Lydia Hounat 2014

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