Bloo

Sweet-tempered currents
Dragging fingers lightly
Over the arched back
Of driftwood and broken shells
On the beach
At San German
Sending shivering ripples
Up the waterline.

Apothecary glass sky
In a magnificent contrast
Brushing the hair
Of tall feathery sun-bleached grains
On acres of secreted farmland
Stumbled upon by chance
On a hike
Deep within
Hunterdon County.

An instinctual
Sweep of the hand
Under the soft pale of pillow
Early in the morning
To reveal
The azure
Of lace panties
From a lover
Hidden there
Like a pearl
Just below the surface
Of a dark lagoon
Surrounded by Mangroves.