freshly scrubbed
from the sand on your banks
salty lips tasting the pink tulip
divinity. the highest form
of vastness and unbelievable
strength and power
over me
your waves undulating
pulling
pushing
caressing
giving everything you have
never still
but always mimicking the way
that they touch my hair.
I look into you and see
myself reflected
an ever flowing
incredibly deep place
hidden gems
and dangerous feelings
the ability to carry
and the ability to drown..
but your mastery of this beautiful game
is pulled up from the depths
and rests in azure eyes.