The Sun's Affair.
Caressing as lips on skin,
From between the tendrils it flowed
And whispered in the deep confines.
Strolling towards that frozen sun,
The water licked her toes,
Orange hues and shades of blue
Beckoned, she wanted more.
Thigh high the liquid pierced her skin,
Her clothes a transparent halo,
Fading warmth and numbness grew,
Yet she strolled deeper still.
With finger tips she teased the water
As emerging ripples echoed
The tiny tides gave birth to suns
On that eerie icy lake.
Breast deep, her breath came shallow,
She knew not how to swim
Yet eyes fixated on that fiery globe
Burned to cure what has been wasted.
Transfixed, she sighed,
It was when the sun gave day to night,
In the lake where dawn was a fiction,
Where her truth softly wept.
Her mouth, gasping, pale and wet,
The water intruded her throat,
It was just her and the half dome of light,
Let the sun shine a light on her.
(Photography and poetry by Misha.)
nice blog n poem i must say
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