Just You and Me

Just You and Me

I wrote to you, though you may never know.

My heart was air to your paper boats of love.

Beyond those passing ships, in the depths I’ve grown.

My soul the cresting waves that crash and shove.

The beach untamed, within the wrinkled blue,

how feelings lapse, withdraw, and then revert

Under the pallid bubble wash, my pulse imbues

The patter of my core confides and flirts.

Passion hungers between the salt and sand,

with ceaseless hold, kissed with sun borne rays,

with sovereignty the wind inside my hands,

the blaze of parasols guide my mind astray.

The noontide rain pervades your topaz form

And windswept gusts patrol those sun-bleached sands

My hands like snaking rivulets conform

Upon the granule glass, we danced so grand.

Then slow, the sun dissolved into the night

And opal specks refracted from the moon,

Touched upon a distant strain, to seek invite,

As furrows pound upon those speckled dunes,

Thrusting forth again, it pounds upon the ridge

as whitecap waves explode into the breach,

Then lap again, retreating just a smidge,

exploring more within the sunlit creep.

Betwixt the narrow crease, the waves recede

And leave their salty layer upon the beach

In panoptic splendor the moon concedes

Behind the sand bar, the sun starts to preach.

And within wading reach were last night’s dreams

Dreams I hold deep unfurled upon your beach

Tread softly and be weary where you scheme,

My trust is a pinnacle yet unreached.

My heart was full today, immensely deep

without reserve, my soul, profoundly steeped

if but a fleeting moment oppressed with glee

just you with me, our love has not yet peaked.

But hereafter I am your everything…

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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

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