Wading into the oyster shell theater
I envisioned a ripple
of Aphrodite
water black
dappled
floating to the top
Am I a Nereid?
I was illumed
on the pearlescence
I reached out for the sand
but I was dragged away
by the evening riptide
convulsing in sound waves
I could not resist,
resonating in the clouds
wrapped in the blissful mystery
you should be smooth
you should be gentle
but by god, you have cut me
Steven Anthony George resides in Fairmont, West Virginia. His work has appeared in Houston & Nomadic Voices, Apollo’s Lyre, Short-story.me, and Eclectic Flash. Steven is active in the autism community and often speaks publicly on the topic of autism. He is online at facebook.com/sageorge.dyingofpoetry.