Day: Mar 7, 2013
Your undulations crash against the cliff
on which I have forever stood with awe.
Beneath my feet a telling hieroglyph
engraved in rock evokes a higher law.
Then elemental foamly calms assure
me I can blend my surgesome pulsing flow
of restless blood with every drop of your
entrancing dream-enhancing power show.
For I am not inert and flaccid flesh;
but heaving deep and moved by moonly beams.
Just like the sea I weave and intermesh
and float my soul in tranquil storm extremes.
It only takes one leap to brave your brine.
The same applies to those who will brave mine.
© Alan Morrison, 2013