Paisley

we had wine and cheese,
we were surrounded
by a contortion of boulders.
she sat with her legs open,
and I with my feet dangling free, 
from the edge of a cliff.
the waves in heaving surge,
swelled high and fell like a bull
enraged by the blood of its death.
She looked like a spirit, stranded 
between two worlds.
she stared at the ocean,
and I watched the paisley patterns
as they moved around.
I touched her and she felt vulnerable.
I felt empowered.
She moaned to the thunderous fall
of ancient waves.
I looked at her, but she was looking at the sky
as if she was making love to the sun.
from the rocky shore, I was nothing
but feet dangling from a cliff.

Reviews

[Melissa Frost]

"she looked like a spirit stranded between two worlds".....that gave me chills :-)
I love how you put that scene into words...I was left feeling like I was involved in a very passionate, short-lived encounter. Thanks, Portland