Nomad Writer

A boy

Washed ashore her dreams

Naked and nameless

Translucent skin gleaming

With iridescent scales

Like orient jewels winking

In the moon’s

Alabaster downlight

A sublime encounter

Rapturing her senses

In the mystery

Of his agate eyes

And quaint smile

There were no words

Between them

Only curious touches

Of hesitant fingertips to skin

And a silent wish

Thrummed on the wistful

Beat of her heart

To linger

Within the surreal

Enchanted

By his serene beauty