A Sailors TaleA Poem by Chris MichaLet me tell you a story.A Sailors Tale
The sun was burning a hole into the horizon As it fell asleep into a fading orange ember Setting the stage for twilight's celestial kingdom To raid the eyes of those that stand before it
Dusk was giving her body a radiant glow Gleaming a ghostly silhouette Into ripples of animation Upon the waters edge
She was curious in her gaze As she watched me watch her Splash the luminescent waters Onto the bare shores of her inviting breasts
Her eyes in their majestic mystery Locked onto to the part deep inside of me Awakening both elementals Of the earth and of spirit
I found myself adrift As my feet found no sandy beach of which to set me in motion The distance between us slowly became the space We both now intimately occupied
Her soul was as naked as her Ivory skin Which glowed from the moonlight's gentle kiss I could see all that was inside her When my hand touched the treasure chest of her beating heart
I was frozen by the moonlight framing her unnatural beauty And thawed by the torch of her magical touch She drank the essence from the moist regions of my lips Marooning the tides of the salty sea Left to wave in the tastes of my memory
I heard her speak to me When I brushed the sandy hair from her eyes Without ushering a single vocalized word She told me the secrets that were hidden Locked away inside the sea
The deep oceanic sapphires in her eyes Swirled like distant galaxies Hidden behind polished glass Hypnotizing me into a mental romance
We lay under the blanket From the warm light of a trillion stars Living in an impossible moment Taken from a midnights dream
The sun was waking up As the winds blew it into a roaring fire Lighting the diamond strewn beach And the golden silk threads Contouring the curves of her glistening body
Her eyes said to me 'it was time' As she moved towards the edge of the retreating tide Glancing back inside of me Releasing her grip upon my soul
I watched her until she disappeared Underneath the ocean's vast expanse of mysteries Returning its greatest secret That will forever live inside of me.
© 2014 Chris MichaReviews
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StatsAuthorChris MichaRichland, MSAboutTo sum me up is pretty easy. I love writing because it's therapy for my wayward soul. Although, I am by no means any good at it, I still put myself out there. I use to write when I was younger but gav.. more..Writing
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