The whirring tides

On keeps edge
a spring breeze
dancing through
auburn strands
of chaos as dawn
wakes. Blazen
skies igniting over
blue horizons
white surf kissing
day’s promise.
Fingers grasping,
waves plunging
mouths searching
tide rising
lust craving…
… gentle blades
of grass tickling
eyes knowing
mouths finding
sun ascending
bodies descending
passion burning
losing sense of
within the
whirring tides
of stars that is

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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