you fold into my body
like the curled edge
of a banana leaf
the sun loiters behind
a bank of clouds watching
your forefinger tracing
shivers down the nubs
of my spine while
dusty bare toes push an
afternoon hammock and
ships on the river blow
harmonious horns


Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community where poets share their work and support each other.

18 thoughts on “Suspended

  1. Martin, so happy you enjoyed this little piece of life. Who doesn’t love spending an afternoon in a hammock?

    Lorenwolf, indeed, life in all it’s forms is always interesting. Thanks for your comment. I popped over to your blog and it looks fascinating.


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