Ocean Flow to make Love in
When your soul seeps into the darkness of the ocean
and the brain slows to a cold breath in the sand
you begin to think not of what to defend
but of things you could have at demand
Where the tide meets the earth
and the water drips from stones
My love flows like a thick deep blood
and off side are heard low soft moans
Animals listening, thick clouds floating above
yes it flows, my love.
it flows like blood, thicker than water
thicker than the ocean we made love in
stronger than the currents that pushed us to sensual boundaries
The holiness of a tree,
summoned only by you and I
but past, the river had parted
and our blood had flown separate ways
only to rejoin again, in that thick
ocean. yes, flow together in that thick ocean we made love in
creating again a circle of life, brought upon by passion.
Where the tide meets the earth
and the water drips from stones
my love flows like a thick deep blood
and off side are heard low soft moans
Candles are lit, and burnt out soon
the only flickering light
be the iridescent moon
love; a continuous flow-- never out of sight.
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