Wednesday, March 31, 2010

You gaze into ocean eyes
that spy;
trying to find
the desire that defies;
rises against (what is wise?).
And instead learns to compromise;
let it stir your soul & sensationalize.
*Defy your eyes
for a moment's time
& let them fly through mine;
our rhythmic rhyme*
.
Defy.
Defy.

My heart skips inside
at the chance to take yours for a ride
and
my mind doesn't mind
making yours apart of mine.

Is there turmoil to the sea
or
is it only the view from which we see?

Because one person can feel a flood of devotion
while the other is convinced they're only feeling a motion;
if they take a risk, they tempt being drowned by emotion.

Yet,
warm sands sift through open toes
even when water refuses to know,
it knows.

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