qimissung
03-20-2009, 01:50 PM
the ocean breathed upon me
caressed my hair with cool fingers
making of the waves tresses that
cover my naked puissance
creating with his will my longing
my desire, with each breath carving
a hollow content
with begging to be filled
and when out of warm winds
meeting cool a storm is born
it passes over me making
in the morning
a tide pool teeming
with still and sentient beauty
caressed my hair with cool fingers
making of the waves tresses that
cover my naked puissance
creating with his will my longing
my desire, with each breath carving
a hollow content
with begging to be filled
and when out of warm winds
meeting cool a storm is born
it passes over me making
in the morning
a tide pool teeming
with still and sentient beauty