Ocean Blues (Shakespearian Sonnets) Poem by Sathya Narayana

1. I'm ocean bland they say; just brine in tray.
Nay, nay, I'm passion grand I swear; with feel
and love in every wavy swing and sway.
Come ye, listen to tidal peals and spiel.

I flex my muscles blue and like an arc
I bend my back. With eyes half closed I smell
the yonder scent. Distraught, distrait I bask
in deep emotive joy of silent spell.

I crawl and creep, slither and quiver to usurp
the voluptuous sand bed. Oh my, oh my
I raise and fall, I raise and fall; I pop
and dance in wild romantic rage and cry!

In frenetic climax my waves rupture
and lie a while on dunes in blest rapture.

2. Lo, how euphoric feels my dearest shore
submerged in my joy-froth; you must behold.
With moistened every grain she craves for more.
I laugh and fast recede breaking her fold.

Shyly she peeps along my bluish length;
Takes wind's succour to cover her bruised mounds
and feigning false indifference, in stealth
harkens to my billowing up wave sounds.

It's all momentary; her wait and my
romantic persiflage. I rush again
with violent gush and wrap my maiden shy.
She gasps and sighs in my drenching love-rain.

"You're marvellous! ! " she shouts above the din.
I stretch along the shore, a manly grin.