The sea sighed

David Bar-Tzur

The sea purls her foam upon crimson sand:
white lace on velvet in the languid twilight.
Her fingers wash over his mounded body,
eating at his form with subtle persistence.

She secrets hiim to the seabed. He tumbles numbly.
Her world stirs him. He rises and jetties.
His maelstrom erected, the sea becomes s/he.
The whirlpool a swirled duel of sea and sea tangle.

Their feelers fluouresce as the depths close around them:
bodies soon flashing with pinpricks of delight.
Suddenly, racked with incessant contractions,
his flowing ceases, her fluids cool.


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