sway

[lystra]

syrup

it's such a lucky place and time
weightless, weighing,
somewhere,
somewhere else and on the swaying dock
somewhere else
and on the solid dock
it's tricky
solid on the dock
it's lucky
solid.
on the dock


sway
and feel the separation
sway

you are not liquid
you are not so slippery dark
wet lunglike rising round thick
silver surfs across the surface searching
for an edge
something
sharp
but she just slips
syrup
swelling, melting like blue
chocolate,
syrup.
sliding luminous swirls of lifting wake

now
just inhale now
let the water breathe
watch it
let it sink
close your eyes
loft
see
feel the wind

exhale
let the water slide
leave it swooping
drooping
valleys
feel it rise, edgeless, swirling swollen
silver
it all just slips all over
again

 

[lostNfound]

some rather vivid imagery here.

do you imply she on purpose rather than him or it?

this was my favourite bit -
silver surfs across the surface searching
for an edge
something
sharp
but she just slips

nice one

 

[New]

The alliteration and physical construction of this piece combined with the words themselves create an impressive piece of poetry.:D