#Sensuality #Sea and #Rain … a #poem and some #photos

The sea alone will do it
if you walk close enough
to lose a few footprints

but do not let your heels
get sucked down
or let yourself think
you can ever make a stand
by the sea in the sand
on a gray day

gray ones being by far
the most effective
and a high spraying wind helps
which the sea generally provides
keening with the smell
of struggling unseeable fish
while the salt-embalming sound
of wind and moon and sand
siphons direct to inner ear
as if from inside, like the swish
and yawning roar of the womb
you are not supposed to recall
barely beneath which underfoot
you hear the sound of shells
unfleshed and pounded to nothing
moons and moons ago
hissing up now no reason

pounded and crushed and shushed

and then that gasp
forced out of you
when a gust shoves too much
air down your throat
like a soft innocent fist
so you can’t breathe
though you can’t be said
not to breathe

you being by now blended
into this horizonless
sea sky sand of brown-gray
(like your hair and hands)
reflecting blue (like
veins under skin) under
blue-gray-brown with white
(scarf blown away)
under white-gray-blue-brown

the senses all pounded smooth
numbing even as they quicken
for sharp gagging breaths you take
to remember you are
not this you are absolutely nothing
like the indiscriminate swash
of sparkling deadness and darkened life
thronging at you here

then a few drops of rain

a few more

you are not nothing
or if you are
you at least almost know it
and can keep walking

***

by J. Allyn Rosser

Sea and rain
PHOTOGRAPHER: ANDREY YAKOVLEV
MODEL: DARIA PEPELYAEVA
MUAH: LILI ALEEVA

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