poem: sea of her

chadwick

(part I)

what does the great sea do
difficulties in sand speak like shells
tell it the stories as rocks large & small
dreams are like this in her rest as child

our survival as simple as nothing can be
the mighty tides mad
waves built of steel slam
but the butterfly
then gentle filling light glanced from her waking

little on this shore
wandering about aimlessly
winds after winds
a kite or two
little ones
the entire sky lost in love accepting below salt water's carress
something within meeting's tranquility says, "stay here near me, not behind"

she wrote like this even in my head
i can hear her typing
even from derelict shipwrecks that clashed at sea's swells
never again a single flower would sail until her white dress
you couldn't believe all the smiling clouds from somewhere far off coming now to her hair
it appears this is the way home

TalonTedd

beautiful.

justam

Nice!

chadwick

(part II)

she is a bridge over this or that bay
a body of water, breasts reaching out taking care of it all
like a woman does

coral beads & flowers wrap this chest
i sleep in this land of her's
i walk this span where her hands
where her hands are deep
growing further surrounding soundings' body but not quite sunken
more like how mammals mate hundreds of feet below

this opens drumming from the sun
you can easily spot each day's waking moment
as she stretches out to sea
grabbing me

sometimes when i can't sleep i watch her dream
she's of a simple tidal pool collecting
clear as air
sharp as a razor
where starfish devour her shadow to be like where it came from that they feasted on
this is common in music & oral story telling of the sea

here listening inside truthful ears
i relax behind the moon only
as she drifts through my hands & back around another pass (& elbows)
a beautiful massage inside smaller morning hours
located where the shoreline built castles & apples to wreck
but it was her kiss

TalonTedd

Vast boundless oceans of emotions and love. Capable of shifting the minds and monuments of the most stuborn of men. A women's given love is a pinnicle treasure to seek and tend to in this life. Magic!

rollings

These are so nice : )