Sea to Shore

Missing another person brings out all kinds of emotions in us. This poem has special meaning for a very special man in my life. At times I would give anything just to touch his cheek.

The granite Mountains of Mourne stand like sentinels

over the majestic ocean for as far as the eye can see.

Today the breeze over the shore is strong,

and I turn my face to the fading sun,

grateful for the gentle caress of warmth from the golden glow.

The tide whispers “you are not alone,”

as I sit holding my knees below my chin, staring across the deep blue water,

I can see my bare toes clenching under the effervescing foam,

I remember that you like to see the pretty nails painted,

but today they are just plain, and I smile, melancholy.

The pebbles that adorn the shore line are tinged with blue and rust,

and the razor clams and crab shells lie vacant at my feet.

Along the shore I see you standing, straight, tall, proud,

and I walk towards you in the rising moon light.

I smile, and turn my face upwards to feel the gentle breeze once more,

whilst I bite my lip in anticipation of what is to come.

You smile at me now; your arms are open wide to invite my soul,

and I fall content against your chest and allow my hands

to firmly touch your skin, so strong, so many hard muscles, yet tender.

I kneel before you as the surf rolls over my legs,

but I am not ashamed of what I will do, and tease the zipper on your slacks.

My hands gently pull on yours and I stare into the succulent of my desire,

that I see before me, appreciating all that I am now.

You drop to your knees in front of me, and take me in your arms

you know that there is no turning back now.

Once again I look into those chocolate brown eyes of languor temptation,

and as your knees start to tremble, I am enveloped in your love.

“You are not alone” the breeze whispers once more,

“go and light a driftwood fire, and eat toasted marshmallows

late into the night”

Don’t look further, for your dreams will be reality to come,

all you have to do is believe that “you are not alone.”

For I am all encompassing around you, and holding you tight.

"Are you ready my love, for what the future holds?"

Author's Note

I am still trying to perfect my poetry, so any help would be appreciated.

Reviews

[Vincent Moore]

Well my dear Rose so nice to see you here. Perfect your poetry? you need no help my sweet poet. You have the gift, just keep expressing yourself the way you do here. This was such a magnificent piece, so sultry and sensual, your visuals were stunning and the heat was turned up. Yes indeed my poet, you are certainly in fine form here among so many talented writers/poets, Bravo, I cherished every word penned here, rated and shared.

[The Lancashire Rose]

My dear friend, thank you for your supportive comment, but Vincent we both know that I can write pure dribble at times too. With such inspirational poets as you to follow and learn from, I am indeed the right place.

[Vincent Moore]

Your welcome, keep writing, keep adding more work here, your reviews will increase and your friendships will as well. I enjoy your work, always have and I thank you for your support as always. Hugs

[SyberRose]

That was a fantastic write...very beautiful...and look forward to reading more from you...SyberRose

[Dean Kuch®]

Well, my dear Lancaster Rose, if you have not perfected your poetic flair, I certainly couldn't tell. This was stunningly beautiful. The imagery while gazing out over the ocean ( a place where we all feel so small and insignificant in comparison). The ardent, burning—yearning to touch that one special lover once more. The waves of feelings as the memories come flooding in, as certain as the tides themselves.
Yes, this was quite perfect, indeed...

[The Lancashire Rose]

Wow Dean, thank you very much for the lovely comment and support of my poem. Truly, I do find it difficult to write poetry and writing short stories is more my genre. However, with a lovely comment such as yours, I will try to get better with time. Nette

[Dean Kuch®]

Please do, keep writing them. It was a lovely poem. You say you're a horror buff? I will check out your stories, see what I can, ah...dig up, heh heh...

[The Lancashire Rose]

Oh please do, I love having the britches scared of me. I may even throw down a gauntlet, hmmmm let me tickle my chin for a while.

[Dean Kuch®]

I'd like that...