Salt

Last night I dreamed a memory; a rare thing.

We were swimming in warm, clear Northland waters near Matauri Bay.

We were nude, save for mask and snorkel.

Dappled light rippled over your form; floating, freed from gravity.

I was thinking you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen;

Within the water or without.

Then you swam away.

I awoke: salt sea pooling on my pillow.

(C). 2017 ARF

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About Alan

Alone in a sea of spinifex.
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4 Responses to Salt

  1. Pilgrim33 says:

    Poetry.
    Quite good poetry

    Like

  2. Bob says:

    Must have been a turtle!

    Like

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