I felt the flowering mirage of your longing…
It was then…when we were about the Sea.
Surf swayed emotions, Sand…Immaculate.
Dog-Dayed Afternoons. Harbor Twighlights.
Moonlit Wonderment: We Kissed. We Eyed.
No light could ever make Us say Goodbye.
Rumors of Inception: Rules of Perception,
Our feet wandered the Tides…Ebb and Flow.
A Touch…A Glance…An Ocean Feared…
We Swayed Seaward In the Sands of Earnest.
Our Eyes…Our Hands…Your Eyes…
As Oceans of Tears Crowded Our Sky's.
I laid Succumb to your will and your want,
The ebb and flow of whatever was ever waning.
We sat sullen and loving in a Moon… of Gold,
On a Sea of whatever wanting Was…
© DRB 2009
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