Silk. Wrapped itself around my neck,
Like it owned me.
Until, on the edge of this precipice I stood,
And the wind,
Which had travelled across the sea
Whips around my body.
Batters the bare cliff.
And took the scarf from me.
Delicately dancing and contorting in the wind.
Matching the movements of the waves below.
I think of you.
Unexpectedly losing myself.
The air that runs through us.
And the waves that run across my skin.
Your fingers or my mind?
I feel it in my blood.
Dancing, contorting, with your body below.
Do we dance with the sea too?
Velvet. Slips off my shoulders for the fourth time that evening.
Never staying still on my body.
Or is it my body that keeps moving?
To feel the nectar running over me,
Like liquid marble.
Smooth, rich movements as it runs between my fingers.
My legs between your legs.
Wrapped around my shoulders.
Wrapped around your hips.
Do you keep moving or is it I?
Shaking beneath your lips.