ocean of mine

April 21, 2009

ocean of mine

I know your face well, dark ocean of mine.

I know the touch of your waves against me.

I remember when I wanted to memorize you,

your swirling blue-green, your translucent shore,

until I could paint your image with closed eyes.

that was long, long ago,

before sweet caress turned to harsh embrace;

before loving care became possession.

your colors churn as I approach;

as I traipse across the bone-white sand,

your monstrous roar has already encased my ears.

your cold seascape seems to be ever-present in my view.

today, even the sunlight reflecting on you

looks hard-edged and cruel.

but this is how you call to me;

you know very well how to entice.

even now, I am drawn to your sound, your smell, your sight.

somehow, I cannot resist you

when you beckon like that,

as if my feet still long to tread in your icy water.

I am at your edge now;

I cannot bring myself to hesitate.

I see you grin as I submit, one step, then another.

you rise up; you bring me down.

my lips still curved in a smile.