
Twilight Lover
It is twilight,
and I search
for the seal.
The selchie
of legends;
who’ll rise
from still grey waters,
shed off
sleek wet skin,
and take
human form.
And for a time
who will hold and caress,
my mortal flesh;
who will kiss with ancient passion
my salt wet lips;
until the moon beckons
the return of
slippery skin
to cool dark waters.
Bearing
the joyful longing
of the lover
that once was.
In the adult market, Ann Garrett's poetry has been in the anthologies/collections ALCHEMY AND MIRACLES, A QUESTION OF BALANCE, A JOYFUL NOISE and QUOTHADE. She has also had poetry published in AIM, ALL YOUR POEMS, THE BRAVE NEW TICK, THE BLIND MAN’S RAINBOW, BROKEN STREETS, CELEBRATION, THE CURRENT, FREEXPRESSION, THE PLOWMAN, POETRY MOTEL and TIME OF SINGING magazines.
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