Lovers
fold their clothes
neatly
in a tidy pile
leaving behind
their hims & hers
disappearing into
the depths
of an
Ocean
taking prisoner
shell & starfish.
The water
now a sky
above them
as they below
strangers
in the Land of Fishes.
The wind
discovers
their dead
clothes
& with a whoop
brings them to life
a trousers
(cut offs)
running along the beach
by its
Self
relishing such
freedom
being
chased
by an aquamarine
blue blouse
& a frisky fly-away
wrap-around-skirt
skittish
seductive.
The lovers
emerging
just then
back into the land
where the sun is the sun
& clouds
swim in the sky
clutching their treasures
chuckling at
their nakedness
(they all Eve
& Adam)
innocent
as Paradise
their laughter
chasing
their run away
clothes.
You have certainly Run Away with this one Dónall... Super... Colin J...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How wonderful, how free, how runaway.........whoopee...catch me catch me......oh the water is so cold..... Ruthie; o)