One night, one day, on Savaii
05 August 2018
MICHAEL DOM
What does the wind say to the sea?
Do you hear them roaring at each other?
In this storm that batters our boat-like fale
Hear them crash in fury against those rocks
Sitting mutely on the shoreline
Waiting to rend our tender flesh
To blend us, bones and all, in brine
But we, with fearless joy, ride out
The rampage in our buoyant bed
What words lullaby us asleep under the palms?
Did you hear what that wind said to this sea?
Lazing on their threshold, under a loving sun
We are naked flesh to be salted in the sand
While those warm waves lick our bodies
Jealously soaking through your sarong
To trace your panty line, with sunburn
That leaves marks which mirror match
The welts of our noisy love making
I want to be where the wind whips the sea
In our storm proof fale on Savaii
Hey Vanessa, Savaii is something special.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 05 August 2018 at 08:52 PM
“I want to be where the wind whips the sea / In our storm proof fale on Savaii."
I have read this a few times today. I like this.
Sunday afternoon preparing for another week hustling and bustling, I want to be in Savaii too!
Posted by: Vanessa Gordon | 05 August 2018 at 05:16 PM
I enjoy the way I feel thoroughly more than comprehend fully your comments, Lindsay.
It's magical.
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There's but one man who owns the final understanding of Lindsay's prose - and he's not telling - KJ
Posted by: Michael Dom | 05 August 2018 at 11:05 AM
Assiduously searching sketched structure of fale poses exposure to elements windy and wet.
But open sides of any writing let no one deter. Fertile imagination leads to opportune tomorrows.
And let each comment bring on determination of writers' willingness, fearlessness and insightfulness.
Posted by: Lindsay F Bond | 05 August 2018 at 09:47 AM