She breaks through the swell,
her stunning beauty
imprisons my eyes.
Like a slow motion movie;
she hovers over the ocean
then dives into the liquid sunset
making nothing more
than an orange-glow ripple
and a ruffle of snow surf.
If I were not a man,
we could slow swim
a lava lamp ballet,
to the whispered chanson
of the seas.
But I just sit on the shoreline
smelling salt air,
yearning her touch,
mind roaming thoughts
of her beautiful face
framed in chantilly curls,
as aquamarine dreams weaken
my monochrome life.
And they hunt her down,
won’t leave her in peace.
Swim
my goddess of the oceans,
swim fast
to some far-flung haven,
may the gods guide you,
only in my heart
will you be truly free.
I know you feel alone,
and my love
will never be enough;
but I can be
nothing more,
than I am.
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