A Rose of inclinations

The battles that are oft taken

Ridden by the shored earthly rocks

A foaming frown refusing to settle

Crashing up the seabed to deplored life

They cheer by simple touches

Of fine wine glasses of the sea

Whites releasing sea breeze freshness

Waving another goodbye to reach out in hello

They travel through oceans

Crossing continents to meet again

Through distant suns they may royally glow

Upon peaceful nights reflecting a poetic star

For birds may sip a bounty of their placid givings

Poetry written on frugal sands they let go 

As life is reincarnated through each wave

Bodies of pure blood would grow 

Yet they would pull away in ebony

Only to touch again in ivory crust

If love was to be contained a natural scene

Waves of the sea would sit on each page

Frozen in time they are roses entwined

Building a state of chained council calm

For patient lovers would learn only of sentiment

Upon the sounds of gentle waves of kisses

Hum upon hum meeting secretly in the dark 

Elusively reclined upon faint silvery lines

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

inclinations can be hopeful...the red rose of passion...the crimson color of love...but red is also bleeding and roses have thorns on their stems.
touching is dangerous...but really, it is worth the risks i think...
i have so many memories upon which to base the painful poems...but so much love in the past...that smiles occur as keys are tapped.
j.

[B]

I love how you see my words
Thank you J
Happy Eid :)