the ghosts of your world
you dissolve in the beauty of the ocean
and submerge in her madness
her dark lips consume you
you lose yourself completely
thrown and tossed and sucked in and sucked in deeper still...
breathless and limp yet you stay...
my thoughts disappear
its just her pumping through my veins
leaving me parched for her wet saltiness...the ocean.
turbulent tumultuous turmoil
tears or tired times...don't matter.
we can still be brave and we can still be young but only if we love again.