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Click hereUnder a Bruised Sky
The top stair in the sun
bears the stain
of our sex-raged tantrum.
We barely made it there
in the icy moonlight
with sand to our knees,
salty water to our brows,
shins black and blue.
Under a bruised sky
pain surfaced later.
(from Lauren Hynde's Poetry Forum photo)
No... those were very erotic images that spoke of a wild abandoment and intensity only mimicked by the bruised sky. Powerful poem.
jim : )
a jig saw of words that dance thoughts and images in my mind while reading <grin> nice poem
I love the scene you painted here. You might consider rewording the first line. Maybe it is just me, but it comes across as being a stair of the sun-- I think you mean the top stair that is in the sunshine? Just a suggestion. I first kissed my husband on beach steps, not as photoworthy of Lauren's but I woke with bruises and sandy knees so this poem hit me right....there... :)