by DeepGreenEyes
Dude, this is great stuff......I love the ending:
"I remember
how your steam
deep and rich
at weary dawn
rolled into my nostrils
(I breathed you so deeply,
a gulping, starving man)
and revived
my parched
heavy head."
sleepslow fingers? perfect
paced contemplatively, ripe with offerings of sound, colour, movement, passion and bitter dark chocolate afternotes - typo 'girls' but to be fair you had me at 'sleepslow fingers'. also the 'sandy cartwheels', 'shaky vernacular', 'indonesian dockside bags/cascading beans' and the mother hushing the child 'far inland'.
i love this write and so must favourite it. great job!