In the Gulf Stream, by Keith Holyoak

In the Gulf Stream

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. - Keith Holyoak

Keith Holyoak