The field- holes and hills- <br />sat smoothly on her skin. <br />Cold marble embracing <br />her waist; a kiss of <br />the earth through man. <br /> <br />The sea had grabbed <br />her legs and arms-lead. <br />Now, she saw with <br />white eyes the sky. <br />Cork-she went on as the sea <br />lulled her, <br />cradled her <br />with waves.<br /><br />Colin Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drowning-18/
