The Sea Nymphs
...And What I Dreamed Beneath the Broken Tide
Cascading waves of blue surf
drink hungrily on the beach,
as the tide rolls in,
over bone-white bodies—
nude,
in the sun-dappled foam.
***
"What is the body?"
asked the Buddha.
"It is but the foam
of a wave."
***
In the dawn tide, they dance—
pale sticks of wood
glued askance.
***
I recline beneath
crumbling stone arches,
a potentate of unreason.
***
She comes to me,
unbridled, burnished,
yellow and white
over her smooth silk chest.
Her neck telescopes upward.
***
She takes my hand.
We go—beyond—
into the recesses
of this palace of wonder and pain.
***
A summation of the moment
seems pregnant,
poised on the edge of darkness,
simply waiting.
***
And the naked bodies dance onward,
their feet feeling pebbles and shell
beneath the broken tide.
My book of poetry: MOLOTOV: Poems by Tom Baker
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Tom Baker
Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com
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