You undo—
Your hair does like
the ocean undoes itself.
Its calm undulates
unhurriedly then
dives into deep
ringlets of
black mystery o’er
your milk-white breasts
spume expanding
each breath relaxing
in and out nipple-hard.
Summer afire by my kiss
©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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