Poetry/Creative non-fiction/fiction

Sinking June 14, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — jessicacolleenmcdermott @ 7:45 pm
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 His brown hands grip a leash leading

a bulldog along the shore. Waves wash

his feet, droplets cling to his skin leaving

salt lines like jewels up toned calves.


Women glare behind sunglasses at the dog

they wished they were. Pulled, moved, turned,

by a man such as you.


Swim trunks draw low around

cozy hips. No shirt, only bare ridges kissed

 by suns lips.


I stand to catch the view. The craving

pushes me below the sand. Legs, chest,

and eyes covered, mouth engorged

I suffocate.


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