Soles of feet
on sandy asphalt
your earring is
a blue piece
of mussel shell
the sun withdraws
from our naked
thighs on the
granite cliff
& boats are sniffing
famished close to
warm soft flesh
the wet sheath
of the full
moon from behind
Mikael Ejdemyr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getter-n-immovable-mover-6/
