A Wayra, Pneumatic
We plunge cool cotton ...
Swimming sheets and each other,
Your fair flesh, my deep water.
I drown in your craving ...
You swoon, wrapped in ribboned moonlight.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Second Edition Of Wayra" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor.
(This is a WAYRA, a South American five-line verse, [pentastich], with syllable counts of 5, 7, 7, 6, 8, unrhymed. Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com. Inspired by the image above).
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