The Waves

Waves overlapping one another,
Fingers drawing closer to the borders,
Lips tracing patterns across skin,
Happiness trembling with tears caught on lashes.


Waves of raids unevenly breaking,
Lips shameless, descending lower,
White foam fighting with determination
Against lips, rapturous kisses licking.


Waves of sand on a salted body,
Heart jerking at the edge of desire,
Light barefoot in the swept hollows,
Lips on skin immodest, touching.


Overlapping of waves—weak, then strong.
In gray eyes—a sky's reflection
In white, vanilla's strange shapes,
In the white dreams of last year's snow.


Waves washing away the boundaries of the forbidden,
Penetration deeper and sweeter.
Lips tending to scatter secrets,
Heart jerking stronger, more often.


Waves washing ashore with salted foam,
In love's depths, pleasure will sprinkle
And spill nectar through the veins,
A new birth of life's round.