On Monday, July 1, 2002 at 9:25:25 AM UTC-4, Marian wrote:
>
> Your wet shoulders shiver
> in the midnight glow of a starless sky.
> The freshwater loch tunnels
> out before us, its lap edged by black
> tor towering into oval murk
> overhead. My wet hair falls in folds,
> in kinks about my head.
> The beach disintegrates from reach
> it sinks beneath a slope
> of turgid oaks whose leaves,
> creased like clenched palms, flay
> in doleful moans that flit
> through the coppice of sundry trees.
> I cannot feel the depth beneath
> my kicking feet, the turbid ring around
> my shoulders grows warmer.
> Sliding ripples gather momentum
> from your bare swim. When we meet
> like this, in stillness, and the melting ice
> of your lips greets me, it's as if the residue
> of summer's dusk dulls, and twilight
> stains our outlines as floating silhouettes.

Another nice poem about Night Swimming....

Zod wrote:

> On Monday, July 1, 2002 at 9:25:25 AM UTC-4, Marian wrote:
>>
>> Your wet shoulders shiver
>> in the midnight glow of a starless sky.
>> The freshwater loch tunnels
>> out before us, its lap edged by black
>> tor towering into oval murk
>> overhead. My wet hair falls in folds,
>> in kinks about my head.
>> The beach disintegrates from reach
>> it sinks beneath a slope
>> of turgid oaks whose leaves,
>> creased like clenched palms, flay
>> in doleful moans that flit
>> through the coppice of sundry trees.
>> I cannot feel the depth beneath
>> my kicking feet, the turbid ring around
>> my shoulders grows warmer.
>> Sliding ripples gather momentum
>> from your bare swim. When we meet
>> like this, in stillness, and the melting ice
>> of your lips greets me, it's as if the residue
>> of summer's dusk dulls, and twilight
>> stains our outlines as floating silhouettes.

> Another nice poem about Night Swimming....

Good find, Zod.

:)