As the weather worsened
she set her face rigid and hard
against the wind
She was surprised to find
the tears stinging her eyes
and tasted of salt.
The sea is in her soul.
Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant
This poem was written for a woman who introduced me to the delicious taste of soft shell crabs in a quiet restaurant by the ocean somewhere in Connecticut. It was a long time ago and all I remember is the waves in her hair and the soft swell of her breasts beneath her clothes.
I think I broke her welcoming american heart with my dark english reserve.
I swear she was a mermaid.
Photograph stolen from YunaArt