We are of the sea, she and I.
Like the oyster and the pearl,
She is the mother of our passion.
Goddess of the tumultuous ocean.
I can taste the salt on her skin.
Remnants from the pearls of sweat,
That bubbled from her vista.

I imagine she is a mermaid;
Her tail threshing,
Her hair, tentacles in the current.
Her body, glistening reflections of the sky.
Smooth skin, under my furling tongue,
The delicate scales on her skin,
Balancing the fervent desires I withhold.

Only a moment too late,
The fire dies, but again,
We’re swept away in a wave of emotion
That sends us careening towards,
Another plateau of ecstasy.
Once again, a tide of change,
Carries us, to a world anew.

We are of another world she and I.
We speak of the masks we play in life.
Like the lunar seasons, crescent and full.
How malleable our voices are, from day to day.
Yet we speak the same language.
No alien words do we trade,
When our tongues meet on battleground.

All is fair here, where love and war take flight.
Where sounds ne'er carry into the night,
Orbiting the earth at the whim of lust.
Our hands trade a different sort of trust,
When gestures are the only words we know.
We see the canvas of the earth.
The colors that personify life in full bloom.

We can paint the world in our image.
Clouds will spiral into tender lips,
And kiss the winds across the heavens.
The fields of the earth, shall burst forth,
Bouquets of flowers,
As peace shall be wed with humanity.
These are the dreams we share; she and I.