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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