Swimmingly

The moon bares its teeth salaciously,

Grinning as I attempt to avert my eyes.

Her skin shivers as it touches the water.

The stars coruscate from her shoulders,

And I, too, shiver

Despite the summer's sultry breath.

She glances back mischievously

As midnight susurrations tangle the hair

On her bare back;

I see the devil in her smile

And feel a devil of my own

Descend my ribs like rungs.

The water ensconces her as she slips in

Deeper--

It glides across her skin,

A tide encroaching upon some

Oft-dreamt-of paradise.

Footsteps trail behind me in the sand

As my devil drags me forwards,

As the water laps my feet.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

"...tangle the hair/ On her bare back;..."
Rather an earthy mama, Ben. But then, as you've, no doubt, already discovered, there's no accounting for taste.
I certainly agree with "Skoo": this is about sexual attraction. From the moon's salacious teeth to devils dragging and water lapping, we are below-the-waist deep in El Lusto.
This is a very smartly styled and vividly imaged piece that adeptly conveys strong emotion.
Approaches art.

[Ben Taylor]

Just reading through my old poems and I read this comment and loved it.
You have always had the best comments.

[Skoo.]

"She glances back mischievously
As midnight susurrations tangle the hair
On her bare back;"
This was awesome Ben (:
To me it was about lust. I don't know if that's what you meant, or if it was just me.
Either way, I really enjoyed this (: