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Click hereYour slick sleek skin retains an ocean
scent. You taste of salt. I sense
your struggle, thrust, your vault
over rapids over rocks,
your swim against my stream.
My body is the bed, as cool
and still and smooth as stone.
Your heavy flanks flush molten red.
Your silky milt drifts swirling down.
And in my blurred and shadowed dream,
I placidly accept your need and sift
the sands your fry call home.
I got used to the standard 'you are the ocean I am the shore' (or vise versa). But that's not what you were doing in your poem. Like your imagery, the images themselves shift and change, yet they stay around the same location, giving a strong sense of a sensible and stable place, despite all the shifting. I guess that's the true nature of love.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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However, "slick sleek skin" reminds me of something designed to be said three times fast, and is distracting. I also don't think the word "fry" works, all I can think of is french fries, since "fry" in this sense is so rarely used. Very good, but not your absolute best, most of this is too clever for its own good.
Pay no mind to flyboy (he's an acquaintance of mine, so I can scold him). "Placidly" works perfectly. There are 2 bodies in this poem, the brackish water and the riverbed.
Here is what stumbles for me, if anything:
I sense
your struggle, thrust, your vault
over rapids over rocks,
your swim against my stream.
There certainly seems to be a comma needed between 'over rapids' and 'over rocks' ... but then, although it reads more accurately, it seems to be just too many in the series of things being sensed....something needs reworking there, though. You seem like a mighty good thinker. So, think.
A poem far above the average Lit fare.