Afloat on the warm wet bed of the sea,
soothed by the strokes of ripples
flowing south,
the water shimmering over me
laps at my upturned nipples,
salts my mouth.
Between my legs, between my breasts,
a sinuous motion follows—
dolphins break
skyward through the foamy crests
to plunge back in the hollows.
They overtake
me in the stream, and each in turn
with upward thrust reveals
my hips to the sun,
then drops me down to splash and churn
the ocean that conceals
what has been done.
