Like the waves of a troubled ocean,
waves of love tumble over
the shore of her tempest-tossed heart.
The moonlight showers her lithe form
with dots of pure translucent light.
She sways to the gathering rhythms
of an ebbing gleam as she gets lost
in the dream of what he is to be.
So soft the flickering gems
that skirt their way
atop the polished gloss
of her enchanted sea.
He swerves in...just touching
her awakening mouth of pearl
that beckons to be kissed
from its bed of opalescent swirl.
She is an ancient siren
that cries out from the eons
to her lost and wayward youth.
He answers her yearning call
delving deep into the depths,
pluming the miles of her soul.
She is ever the enchantress
in a long dress of shimmering gold.
He paints a portrait of passion
each night after the Sun has set
as her sea is bathed in the Moon.
