A Visit to Sea Word

Bel       low
the soft & slightly
itchy spread
 
the rugose rose
half-open, manifold
 
flesh, its venerable
tenderness
 
the fold
is/not
Nature
 
the felt fold
in her
 
but text
sure, choral soft
conch or bark of
pliable tree –
 
a pinch of petal-flesh
an unending enfolding 
             pliable pleat
implicate, replicate
in, through, upon and beneath
 
her
is clamouring for penetration              but
its glamour
may be 
            my imagination's
snatch
 
at you: the camouflage
of my cunning flytrap
trying to take in
your shy tongue.

© Sean Moreland