Loved – Ode to the Sea Pt. 3

Cry me to the Ocean
Accompany my words as they drift
Like sea glass, so beautiful and dull.
Sing me to the Storms
Caress my insecurities as they shift
Like babes sleeping, cradled by the lull.
Feed me to the Undercurrent
Destroy my woes with your gift
Like vultures, picking at the skull.
Take me to the Moon
Reflect on the depth of my tides as they lift
Like jagged rocks, smashing the hull.
Take me to the Edge
Hold my head under, make it swift
Like the drowning man failing to survive the pull.

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Seen – Ode to the Sea Pt. 2

Staring out at your infinite nature
The melancholy of the World
Hits like a wave breaking on the cliffs
Vague memories sink into the abyss
May the fish be their keep

Tides rushing out, like your dying breath
A waning moon rings the end, again
Luck has never been a better actor
In this infinite opera of life and death
Mere misunderstood moments
Brought to life by a laugh, a smile, a touch…
Lest we forget the beloved, cradled in the deep

You’ll be a part of me forever, standing true
A shimmering star, or a déjà vu.
I will always be me,
And you will always be you
No matter how deep the knife cuts
Or how much I break and weep.

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Lost – Ode to the Sea Pt. 1

Increase the murmur of your roar
Unbound force of eternally shifting worlds
Let the tides roll on heartbroken mounds
Banks of tears washed ashore

Your beauty captivates, breathless
Rendering young boys old, and old souls agape
Time immemorial bows beneath your shadows
Power to harness a million mournful moons

Many a few have wasted away in your waters
Embraced by the depths of the unspoken
Cradled softly by the currents
Of old wounds, and songs of solace

Kneeling in your wake, the last respite
Trembling hands, bracing for the breaker
As the rage subsides, glistening in the sun
You’ve taken him back, gentle in your favour

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Dreams

Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?

Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?

Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?

Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…


Poem written in 2015.

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Bathing Beauty

juliana-arruda-1119717-unsplash2It snowed yesterday, lover, for the first time this year.

Walking home through the flurries, I contemplated the warmth of a bath and its timeless efficiency at chasing away a chilly day.

The crossing approaching, I looked up and met the eyes of a man. He was rough, wrapped in clothing that fashionistas scoffed at. Under his clothes, I surmised, hid robust musculature, sun-kissed skin and natural strength from years of manual labour. A glance at his shoes confirmed my suspicions.

I smiled at him, imagining what it would be like to have him beneath me, my personal erotic steed ready to be mounted. I mused at the polar opposite nature of your lives. You, the coiffed specimen, groomed by generations of tea parties and social gatherings; so close to perfection. Ivy leaguer extraordinaire whose yearning for adventure had pushed you to embrace me in your adulterous arms. But he seemed free, careless, almost innocent in his demeanour. One whose primary concern was meeting his friends at their favourite pub to watch the next hockey game. He shared the forgetfulness of those who crave nothing more than the present.

Revelling in the simplicity of my bath, I wondered. Would you enjoy knowing I yearned to warm him from the cold? Place his hand in my pocket as we walked, the pressure of my fingers on his revealing my intent.

I’d invite him in, take off his clothes and lead him to the bathroom. Conscious of his own strength, he’d run his calloused hands over my body with the utmost care as I bend over to open the tap. Kneeling, my legs would spread apart as his fingers caressed my clit and he explored me with his tongue. Surprised by his dexterity, my knees would buckle, causing my body to shake as I moaned, gripping the sides of the clawfoot tub. Without warning, he’d be back on his feet, turning me over and lifting me up against the wall with one hand. My thighs dripping, he’d thrust himself into me, a primal urge to ravage me overtaking his every cell.

The sounds of his body merging with mine would bounce off the marble walls, filling the room and echoing through the open window. Passers-by, ripe with desire and renewed lust, would go home to make love, inspired by our concerto. As the frenzied pace accelerates, my hair would free itself from its tight but, falling onto my sweat-covered shoulders. The guttural moans you love would permeate my sighs, he’d grip me harder, groaning in my ear. My back would arch, and my nails would dig into his muscular back as I tighten around him, overwhelmed by the searing temperatures of our bodies. Unable to hold back any longer, he’d explode as we reached our apexes, dying to empty every last bit of his seed into my shaking body.

Without realizing it, the bath had overflown.

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