Early this morning, <br />we swam in the sea, <br />drifted, <br />and drifted, on the hot waves. <br />drifted <br />The salt clung to your skin, <br />held your ferocious hips, <br />and floated you in circles around me. <br />I flickered in the blades of sun, <br />blindly like a mirror, <br />touching your rhythmic secrets. <br /> <br />Sometimes we held our breath, <br />closed our eyes and went under. <br />Waves passed over us, <br />I heard the swells gorging themselves on the sand, <br />and heard your nocturnal nakedness turning in the sheets. <br />I felt the current’s invisibility, warm, warm, <br />warm as your teeth markings on my neck and shoulders. <br />Underneath the sea, <br />we reached and touched and mixed <br />and resounded like drowning church bells. <br /> <br />When we surfaced the sun had fallen into its decorated vase, <br />you shone with it like a poignant child. <br />You smiled and parted my face, <br />and I felt you lie inside its two crescents. <br />I kissed you, overlapped you, <br />and we drifted again on the hot waves, <br />waiting for more reasons to stay in the water.<br /><br />Oliver Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-swim/
