Storm At The Shoreline Poem by Patrick Monamodi

Your hips—
resting upon my waist
like waves that never forget
how to embrace.

Each rise—
a tide reborn,
each breath—
a pull into depths unknown.

We are a shoreline and surge,
collision and curve,
your rhythm sculpting sand
beneath.

I grip the shore
as your waters gather—
beckoning eruption,
a storm at sea
with no warning.

Release the ocean, love—
let it drown the silence.
Let me bathe in your waters,
and offer you
milk drawn
from the heart of thunder.