Lovers

Dawn Thebarge Hill

1997

Two smiling gentle bows lovingly caress

Gently suckling

Coaxing places divine

Skillful manipulators

Cupping

Malleable Mounds

Flattened plains

Opening wet velvet softness

The tidal pleasure begin

First gently coming ashore

Then creeping higher,

further, deeper

Until blissfully crashing over, under

Pulling into melting depths of dark and light