At the edge of an ocean
I find myself;
sometimes afraid
of feeling,
fearing the feel of the fear
of the…

the tempting sounds
and movements
rushing my way

on crestfallen waves (and there’s no escape)
breaking against a burning summer body
heat waves radiate

creating
these illusions we see;
delusions

we, separate bodies:
desperate
monsters of repartee
sparring with silent words
between worlds
with
****** cuts of wit
and quick clever retorts
not one can win

and so I weave
and wonder
at black ocean waves
that toss me to and fro
from stern to bow
just teasing, never relenting

to let me go?
no, never
land - a former lover.

a lesson is learned
in and throughout
my treacherous journey of
drifting with the tides and fighting the sea:

I am nothing, like the sea.
I am turbulent and raging just like the sea.