older poems

Beneath the Sea

Make love to me in the moonlight.

When the stars crash in their galaxies.

When nothing, but the shadow of the moon is glistening against the ocean.

The waves rock back and forth,

Crashing into the shore as the empty sandy beach is left quiet.

Still, filled with silence.
The waves are the only thing that can be heard from miles away.

My hand grabs the sand, feeling it all disappear through my fingertips

The sand is our white bed sheets that we are laying on.

Or maybe it is your soft delicate golden skin.

I have not decided yet.

Every time you thrust, my back arches into you,

holding onto you as if I am a tiny crab, crawling on the bare sand,

hoping to be swept away by the sea.

Take me away.

Carry me through the beauty of your passion and lust.

Make me scream, call out.

Yell at the moon as you make sweet love to me.

The ocean fills my veins, covered in goosebumps.

And I howl so loud that it echoes through the Pacific.

Fishermen late at work hear the yells, startled and left in wonders

What could it be?

But we do not care.

We keep going until we become the ocean itself.