Skinny Dipping
Skinny Dipping in your love
to gentle coos of mourning dove;
(dreams that I’ve been dreaming of)
while lying ‘neath the stars above.
Love so deep, cerulean blue,
dive in head first, this love ensue;
dreams of hearts that touch anew
make ripples in this brilliant hue.
Love so warm like mineral spring
that flows ‘round hearts as breezes bring
effervescence to this fling
as whispers from the heavens sing.
April 16, 2019
This poem was born when a friend mentioned diving
head first into love; I immediately thought when you
dive into love, you bare your soul and thus you are
skinny dipping in love. Just a different take on falling in love.
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