Lei-Mortagashi

You are the Ocean. When you curl your neck so elegantly like the tide your hair falls in dark waves; crushing, lovely and insistent (upon my heart; a realization.) a natural force upon resistance. I am a shoreline stone. Worn and smoothed by the careless motion of the sea She is as she is, and how she moves moulds me. I remain by her, perhaps too proud. Eventually I will be pebbled and then like sand. Therein that dissolution of myself, I would resurge in blue reprise- An old song that hushes, surreptitious. A pure love note, wrote and kept- Secrets too young still for regret Inside my bedside drawer…. This salt dream fades and I awa