Neptune

sensual poetry

He outlines the curves of my spine
(index finger stretched, playing my flesh)
Creating a rippling wave on my skin
That his pinky can ride on
'Til he reaches a shore of thighs


         Push
                   Press
                             Release
                                       Breathe


He's my puzzle piece
Lost in a trance of crashing waves
As we wait on the grains of sand
Allowing tiny drops of salt water,
To ascend prior to our escape in the great abyss


         Filled with calliopes
                   And sea dragons
                             Filled with black pearls
and iridescent visions of magnetic coral


Pulling back only,
To smell the raw ocean on pours
While his blues engulf the glowing horizon
Illuminating the way to
the spiraling world of undertows


                   Push
                                       Press
                                                           Release
                                                                               Breathe


Plummeting every popping nerve
to blinding rock tomb epiphanies
trapped under a million leagues
of an undying sea
Weightless
         Breathless
Timeless
                   Shapeless motions push and break
Pressing the ocean to release tidal waves
Among the stranded shore


Breathe.