it was
a torrid tango
a slipping of skin along skin
through shimmering heat
and cold blue air
it was
a surging blood
fandango
a simmering amniotic
rendezvous
it was
a sizzling cauldron
of salty sensuality
a full moon
roiling ocean rumba
it was all
raw lips and basted thighs
tangled flesh sliding together
falling limbs losing ground
and coming apart
it was hide and seek
and blind man’s bluff
and catch me if you can
with a stiff oar in a feral sea
dipping and thrusting
through oscillating fluids
floating, flooding, rising,
bodies liquefying
spurting like whales
it was lines forgotten
identities melting
transfigured bodies
lost in translation
and the wavering light
it was faces transmogrified
in shifting perspectives of steam
nothing was ever what it seemed
when we danced
the hot tub
dance
Mixed media drawing and poem by Clinock
with a stiff oar in a feral sea
dipping and thrusting
My first thought here was… I’ll let you speculate as to what my first thought was.
Ah Carl matey, once a sailor always a sailor!
Both image and poem are powerful and dramatic…..intense!!!!!
What an unforgettable experience…..for us all. The hot tub will never be the same again. (the purpose of all great art!)
Wowzers Robert thank you for those very generous words…
You are most welcome!