Be wary the moon for it pulls at the sea....
Swoon
For the death of the ever-changing tide
As waves crash our bodies collide
Rolling and sinking as waves overtake us
Glistening and churning the foaming sea encases
Your eyes and the sky hold the same cerulean tint
As my hands, and the sea, on your body as we’re bent.
Rising, collapsing, to meet the rocks on the sand
Passion pulsing but not to survive
Restless Waters again ebbing to calm
It’s only for a instant together we’re alive.
Smell of the sea, scent of your hair
One blissful moment, I can feel it I’m there.
Again with you
Becoming the tide
Jessica Faith
May 19, 2007
7:22 PM
