My sweet little mollusk, You polish the sea-tangy sand dollars smooth with the soles of your feet You fill up your sweet siren lungs with a sun-sated breeze and submerge your bare fingers Until they can sweep the slippery silt of the seabed abyss. I can’t sleep. Your anemone fingers trace watery ripples through the ebbs of my dreams, trailing streams Of fluorescent-blue algae sunk deep. Your barnacle tongue shatters ships Into ruinous splinters of treasure. I kiss The cerulean ocean that hides in your lips.
My sweet little scallop, The galloping waves break the curves of your shallows. There are flecks of unpressed sea salt brine in your irises, tireless riptides of foaming-bright promises. Your skin has the silvery sparkle of scales that effervesce endlessly, bending beneath the fierce tides of your palmprints. I’m dropping. The current caresses your cheeks’ fishbone hollows, rethreading the necklaces strung out of seashells. You bury your face in the swells of the tempest. I envy Your azure, I worship your lapis.
My sweet little mussel, Your tussled cyan-coral hair is unbleached, unleeched and resplendent I am rendered transcendent by the green iridescence of your silk seaweed whispers. I have drowned in your splendid. I can still hear your aquamarine through the white roaring waves cracking onto the shore. I want more. Your crustaceous sand whirlpool has nestled below the soft curl of your chest. You press the world’s oceans in the dip of your palms And drink deep from the waves swirling under. I’ve drowned in the water-spilled seas that are cupped in your hands, I have drowned in the pearls of your wonder.
Silence Silent the crowd Followed by a round of applause After the announce Splendid..... Greatest performance Performed the audience Reformed innocence In my inner sense Resurrection of my consciousness.... I remembered The splendidness that made you a splendor was splendid
A man thinks for those Who can’t think for others Pray for those Who don't pray for others Without knowing the foes A man feels friendship with others But When he recognizes his hidden foes He don’t try to make them friends By forgiving, praying and caring With his splendid rays of character