Prompted poetry: overboard

Here’s a little something from my journal. I toyed with a different title (Lost at Sea); let me know what you think. I’m also not sure how well the imagery holds up, especially at the end. I would love to know your thoughts on that as well.

Man Overboard

he pressed his lips to the back of her
hand, held her fingers lightly in his
own as he did, lest he telegraph his desire
to clasp them like a lifeline and haul himself
kiss over kiss up the length of her arm
to salvation


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s