Baptismos.

entering

Whispers answered

from behind the veil.

Invitations to dance

accepted.

Absorbed in blue

succulent wetness,

entering

deep rooms of warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

confirmed by touch,

embraced with namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence,

moisture and flesh,

sliding into rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

hot tub dance

hot tub

it was

a torrid tango,

intimate touches

in shimmering heat

and cold blue air.

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it was

a racing blood

fandango,

a simmering

amniotic rendezvous.

it was

a sizzling cauldron of

salty wet desire,

a full moon

roiling ocean rumba.

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it was all

raw lips and basted thighs,

tangled flesh falling apart,

restless limbs losing ground

immersed and drowning.

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it was lines forgotten,

identities scrambled

naked, masked, revealed,

dissolved, fragmented,

whole and healed.

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and 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

in a wavering boat

floating, flooding, rising

bodies liquifying,

spurting like whales.

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it was a forming and melting,

a mute transfiguration

lost in translation and found

again under sultry layering

of transmogrified faces.

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it was always in flux

through shifting perspectives

of steam where nothing was ever

what it seemed

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in the hot tub dance.

drawing and poem by clinock

All credits and an admiring thank you to Steven @  http://poemimage.wordpress.com for the idea and inspiration for the design of this post. You are the Master my friend…