Waves 

We collided  

In the ravages  

Of the wading water 

One day as 

The splashes, like divining hidden Love 

Cast shyness upon us. 

Old loves! upon our wounds’ old salty waters, 

Happened then as we chose our daily stallions, when, 

Arose the nipples of the warning shore 

The clash of natives  

Reverberated  

Soaking Eros as he lay 

Upon the ocean floor. 

Upon our meeting, 

On the halfway of the shore 

Still marooned between  

Moist ripples and the gravity of earthly chores,  

And certainly 

As strange a meeting  

As our soon awaiting mystery 

The foreign tone of each 

enemy met energy as 

Compromise knocked on our Door. 

While our mothers were still clearly cheating  

In our minds’ castle chambers,  

anxious hearts of hours a-beating 

The moment  

That we children  

forcibly let go, conceding 

By Providence’s forceful nature  

proven in this most scary meeting 

While in nature’s respite we were cleaving. 

The old whipped horses dropped back  

And stopped competing. 

The olive branch, by a miss, a hair tail whipping 

Signaling and stealing 

A kiss. 

So, of course and as expected,  

As the reigns of wisdom 

We oft rejected 

Our mouths now dropped as Angels felled 

Now vital moisture dripped, hit by Cupid’s smell. 

And our minds’ distortions stopped their dreaming. 

No sooner than a ship embarks 

Did we plan to swim  

The shore. 

Only seconds did we tumble 

Waves, 

Like the heathens bathing on the moor. 

Disaster  

Disaster  

God’s feelings hidden by the Ocean’s floor  

Rippling faster  

Than relief without laughter  

As waves improved upon the shore.