edges as parting lips

the edges there where mind.body.soul merge and wrestle in sinusoidal waves of sea, sound and sight while walking that path of tessellating Moonlight --

sea the Moon
interlaced by waves
a tessellating path of light
trees, water and visions of whales with large appetites

those edges where
life and death merge
the sea, the land, you and me

abundant, wet and bioenergetic
blow holes, anemones, starfish and mussels
a fish wriggles longingly to the shore gasping in the Sun
an evolutionary urge; that Sun sets in the Sea,
your tongue in me --

it doesn't mean a lot, the fish edging to that last gasp:
it is everything to kiss you
it is ...

Reviews

[Pema Dorje]

that photo is from last week on Benson Island in the Broken Group Islands where whales visit each night and you can really walk on that Moon Light

[Mysty Rayn]

I like this style. Almost as if two seperate things are happening here. Very nice.