Oceanic Lovemaking

By Laurie Kolp

Early summer’s ocean washes me with salt.
A loofah sponge, her seaweed
exfoliates all remnants of you.
Spume bubbles at my longing breast
and I am lost in this sauna all alone until
the waves, an unpredictable menace,
knock me off balance.
Thoughts of you crash at the shore
between my thighs as I welcome
ocean’s tongue, my fingers caressing lips
I become a synchronized swimmer
treading water in the sudden vortex.

Laurie Kolp has poems appearing in concis, Rust + Moth, Bracken, Crack the Spine, PITH, and more. A lover of running, almonds, and key lime pie, Laurie is forever in search of the best word. She is author of the poetry collection, Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing) and chapbook, Hello, It’s Your Mother (Finishing Line Press). Laurie lives and teaches in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children, and two dogs. Learn more at www.lauriekolp.com.

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