southampton water by Rg Gregory
song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam branches of violins sprayed across the mind what is magnetic in a wave breaking white drawing the chords of evening to a single sound
i would liken your hair to a slow movement of seagulls in the wind catching my eye by sheer virtue of design - i could nest there as naturally as the anemones nest in the sea
in a promontory of thought i might mistake the sea-air for a hand brushing my face for the breeze i think is not so fleshless nor your fingers so earthy as the rose
and then like an expansion in the blood sometimes in the restless reflections of the boat leaning in company across the rail i feel another sea coming in at the elbows of your coat
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