O! Morning Lake
with your fat dollop
of glinty meringue!
You have roused me
sun angling through the
back window of my dreams
for a dip -
or shall I say a gasp?
- a fast, breath-stealing
dive-glide dunk and turn
(and did I mention I was naked at the time?)
Diagonal bias lines
your hem ripples and curls
like pastry crust folded
over and over the round edge of the bay
This scrumptious
mixed metaphor
blue fabric
lake pie!
I wanna eat you up and then
wipe my mouth of your sweet
sandy summer crumbs
The sun collects
your orbed rhinestones from my skin
one by one while I wait
for you to tell me:
Where else could I be so richly
robed
(and disrobed)?
gifted
and fed?
By Heather Frayne
August 2020