Danny Earl Simmons
On Depth and Salty Expectations
What is it about the coast and expectations?
Is it positive ions or the taste of salt rimming
every breath? Maybe it’s in the way waves roll
before crashing into hard soaked sand like tender
first kisses that become a hundred hungry intimacies
gasping for air and grasping for lips and the twist
of tongues before shifting their attentions to learning
where we hide our secrets and where imaginations turn
every new discovery into something blue and rhythmic
and very, very deep.
This poem contains skin,
lots and lots of skin. The skin
this poem contains is soft; it’s tan
everywhere except there and there
and a little bit there. Please be aware
that this poem also has hands – handsy
hands that know the difference between
the need to caress and a caress that kneads.
The hands this poem contains come complete
with fingers for touching and tracing the skin –
about which you’ve already been warned. Know,
though, that these fingers are not only for touching
and tracing the aforementioned skin. No, these fingers
also explore gently, eagerly, the deep inside of a lover’s
imagination, a lover within whose breasts breathe wanton
breaths between kisses long and wet as the arousal of a lover
whose skin loves skin.
Danny Earl Simmons is an Oregonian and a proud graduate of Corvallis High School. He is a friend of the Linn-Benton Community College Poetry Club and currently serves on the school’s Poetry Advisory Committee. He is the author of a poetry chapbook entitled “The Allness of Everything” (Maverick Duck Press). He also assists the literary journal Off the Coast as a member of its editorial team.