the murky blue water ripples
shades of Jade concealed
only made visible by the shards of
sun piercing through the layers of the blanket.
dancing and crashing
composing music as we come together
and break apart.
colliding with great force
the land trembles at sight of the crest,
for the power we yield is far too great.
waves demolish the ground we walk on,
washing away the marks we've left.

the storm has now passed,
tides begin to die down.
the symphony ceases
and the sand crawls home to the shore.
silence has infiltrated the bed,
no more movement between the layers of the deep
left in a state of debilitation
all that was once barren,
now kissed with the sweat of the sea.
we part for the night-
two ships carry on- leaving a light trail behind,
with only the glow of the night,
to guide us to our fantasy.

It is good

to have the eyeliner pencils on the sink,

leg razors in the shower,

yellow underwear on the tile.

It is good

to hear her quietly snore

as her feet barely touch mine.

It is good

to eat chicken and corn,

and leave for work in the morning

with a kiss.

It is good

to make love when we can

and dream about it on the days we can't.