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.