Out in the surly seas,
a tidal wave toppled out of
the sky
conjured by the secret
teamwork of moon and sun,
from a once a gentle ripple,
And that, stirred by a wondering
kiss
that broke the benign surface
of time. White.
There in the perpetual
midnight
souls surface and submerge
in the violent wake of love
Which lays out its victims
And then lifts them up
Drowning and reviving them
all at once. Black.
Like a deep red rose petal
gliding softly along a
shining silk sheet,
rippling sinuously
In concert with an ocean
breeze
careening through sheer
blinds
in an unfastened window –
Blue.
Waves lunge and finally
collapse,
and roll up the thirsting
sand, gleaming.
And the two, sand and water,
slide back to sea
In a chorus of never ending
crashing wave on wave,
The exhalation of sea foam,
and the muffled chimes
Of churning shards of broken
shells. Yellow.
Other than sunlight and ocean
air
Softening edges in the sea
side room,
It is empty and thick with
anticipation
My companion, until you come
back.
For now, footprints on the
beach
Only pass by.
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