My Ocean

It isn’t hard to imagine the waves
Crashing over rocks with a thundering roar,
Enveloping them completely, and plunging
Into every chasm the earth offers up,
To delve to the depths and then recede,
Leaving tiny glistening rivulets
To trickle back to sea

For if you are the ocean
I am your shore
Bared to your passion,
Lifted from the depths of the earth
As you bathe me with salty kisses
Leaving a trail of sighs in your wake
And an ache for your return.

And if I am the beach
you are my tide,
Driven by an undeniable need,
Flooding me with your all-encompassing surf,
Seeping into the very core of my being
And sculpting me with the ebb and flow
Of your tender licking caress
Until I am nothing without you
But dust on the wind.



october 2005
Janet Reid





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