I am the restless ocean, you a tempest storm
churning our waters into whirlpools of passion
we plunge into murky depths of desire
where we linger and willingly surrender
to that which the fates have conspired.
The ocean, the storm, water with no form,
tasting salty sweat on glistening skin
we swirl into a luscious spin
spellbound in this maelstrom of each other.
Amid surging swells, now immersed
in this passionate play so well rehearsed.
In the aftermath of our amorous reign
all that remains is the dull ache of pain
and the memory of something forever lost.
For what is love, if not a permanent drowning
a dousing of the blue flame of being alone?
As we rise from the turbulent waters,
Me, a pillar of crumbling white salt
You, a crushing stone shattering
my soul into sparkling dust
as we merge together into one.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Let’s Get Elemental!
Author’s Note: This is a revision of an older poem.