our drowning
we're drawn to our sea-side nature
for healing and pleasure;
soles on hot sand, toes dug into
cool layers;
waves applauding the shore begging
bodies for recompense;
furtive steps plashing timid,
as we drape ourselves
in false modesty
clutching an ocean of eros
inside-out.
Poem © R. Burnett Baker
Photo Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas, shared by Tess Kincaid.