"It has been so long
since you have been gone"
i heard myself thinking...
Wearing all my hesitation
I counted the stairs
on my way up
before the door
pouring my thoughts on the floor
as he opened in a watery mood
all i could see
he was the sea
this mysteriously inviting
this tenderly enchanting
for a swim
our lips met
in full set
sweet and salty
scented and misty
his presence roared
devouring my silence
currents of desire
passed through my wire
bare soul i shivered
his daring dots were delivered
moving within him
on the edge of a kiss
flooded by music
his being strategic
pained,like the steps dancing on the pavements of passion
under the evening rain, was my confession
bare feet wearing the lightness of our lust
the sea took off his black glasses
and his black shirt
dangerously climbing all my thirst
he sat down and looked at me
half of him was made of ink
the other half was the sea
He stripped me of my questions
between the tides
I was the ebbs
drowning me as his fate
his own liberated state
half of him became shyness
the other half seducing me
I was gripped by a fever of kisses
He pinned and rode me
watching my confusion
scattered in his illusion
I enjoyed his geographical mess
beneath his waves,i yearned to confess
I tried to cover,
under a quilt of paralyzed words and sighs
"don't cover up,
I can see you in the darkness of ink
I feel your mad pulse louder as you sink
only the lantern of desire is shining on your body now
our love has always lived in the darkness of the senses"
he said.
His hurricane blew away all my questions
spread like foam on his bed of lust
In contrast
the sea was rising forward
conquering my resistance
staking banners of masculinity everywhere it passed
with every area he declared occupied or liberated
I discovered how enormously helpless i was before him
His words,like his fingers
these gentle torturers
became matches burning everything inside of me
his virility startled me
as i wiggled in his arms like a fish
starting the rituals of gradual surrender
he suddenly stopped me
"Do you really love me?"
despite the distance?
and the reasonable madness?
lines he didn't say
I crashed them with a sway
His voice was a mixture of ironic pain
his voice has the delayed taste of tears
in a thunderous grip
he took me on his trip
Then,the storm had ended
the sea had left me
a corpse of love washed up on the shores of astonishment.
the sea withdrew,
implanting my body between two poems and two tears
but the salt remained,
as long as i remained
flooded
like a refilled sea sponge,
i woke up, it is 8pm
crawling out of my luxurious fantasy
getting ready to meet Him,
The Sea, storming his dimples at the waving crowd.
