Potrait Of The Innocents. Poem by surya surya

i sat up and looked over the vast sea,
huge water body spread over horizon,
like a well mowed British meadow,
in blue sapphire, sharp curves in,
small arcs defining the edges.

suddenly my legs moved, the pace
huge and fast, took met to sea front,
where large waves rushed in menacingly
and crashed short of the silvery shore.

as i wondered, the sea drew back fast,
exposing her belly where i rushed in, fearless
followed by hoards of sea crabs with their long
legs appearing from nowhere, like aliens, and
alas soon tons of water rushed back, soaking me
the soft chill water soothing me body and soul.


as i walked, a young lady moved in
her silhouette defining her petite form
jeans hanging precarious below navel,
trouser pulled up to knee, showing her
lovely little feet chiseled to perfection
in ivory, lovely calf and knee painted pink
and shaded for great visual effect.

she wore soft top, the sea breeze
playing cupid, struck her mild
betraying her lovely frontal form,
when i stood speechless, envying
the lord of creation for the marvel.

as we met she threw a generous smile
her pearly teeth shining in silvery aura
crushed it mild, with a boyish charm, then
quickly held my palm in a tight and warm
hand shake pressing my fragile fingers
the touch chilled and thrilled me instantly
and lowered my age on par with her’s.
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