As I sat
beguiled by the fragrance of motion
a swirling sea of passion
gave its poems in waves
underneath me.

It was a tapestry that a thousand arms had woven,
that a million eyes had seen
and laid bare.
It was the content of our time together,
a passing flicker in the ocean of your hair.

Thoughts tumbled,
and playfully tossed about
the deep blue abyss inside me
where the love of you dwells.

I'm fighting swift currents
to get back to you;
and yet you remain dark and mysterious to me
but infinitely alive and calling my name
from your oceanic ridges;
my excitement, almost bursting through the seams
of this tranquil sea as you beckon me,
'come play.'

Your presence wafts through our time together,
moving me like a symphony,
gliding me through these moments
within the grace of a simile.
How I love listening
to the flow of your liquid language.

The sun whispers in your eyes;
I am made speechless.
Though we sit together,
fighting off salty rhyme
memories of this day together
will extend oceanic arms to embrace me,
not only now, but through time.