Stone cold metropolis
Gruelling southern front
Shades of grey surround
How many colours blue
Can one feel
Without you?
Of utmost importance
To gravitate towards
Such a warm affectionate
Lover kissing skin pink
By evening
Sting but turns earthy
Tones as memory of her
Softens
Perched between barren landscapes
Far as the eye squints
In the distance
Microscopic life dawns
In open spaces unseen
How we relish the resilience
Of some tiny show
Of leaves stalk reaching
Up for sunlight to ignite
It's open tongued grooves
Into being
Yet we find normalised eugenics
Those who exist between the lines
Of normativity collectivism
Turned aside by one
Derided by two
Abandoned by three
Many mouths to feed
Better defend protect
Turn inside out
Than let another
Take the mantle
When the woman till
Ten works then sleeps
A superior breed
To exist in such
Harsh remote conditions
Of isolation
Yet to grace the pages
Of top ten endemic list
For protection
Women and children
Survival of our species
Enveloping my whole body
I dive in tentatively
The cool surface shocks
My skin pricks lightly
My feet shake it off
Pressure builds in ears
Presses on eyelids
I feel the warm embrace
Of weightlessness
It surrounds me
Cradles softly
Like mothers arms
Holds up backflip
Lifts to lie breathing
Grateful for air
Contemplating its gift
Longing of water
Fills my mouth and nose
Ears and hair
Every crevice tenderly
Seal broke free
Finding new colony
Rest on her shores
Till we meet again
Ocean and me
Standing here reflecting
On how many ways
My body is here
But the rest
Is somewhere else
With you
Dunes are meant to wander
Lest they fall prey
To the lure of the ocean
Siren waves pursuing her
Endlessly to smother
May she remain free
For the breeze
Is her lover
When the mountain is invisible
We walk on our memories
Our constant changing sun
Fog lights flourescent white
Guiding us home
While we bide our time
For Western Winds to thrive
To push delirium way out
For the ocean to disperse
Meanwhile hold my hand
Lest we trip on the tip
Of a stone cold moss
Covered path
Delighting in treasures
While they last
You too are one
Tucked away out of sight
Its secrets lay open
We stroll leisurely
Hopping over tendrils
Peeling back vines
Reminiscent year past
Time allows us
To laugh over
Misspoke words
Jealous greenery
We pause as sunbeams
Illuminate dainty
Cheeks of ripe peach
Silence grows
Like fruiting trees
The seed of many
More meetings
Served with humble pie
And cream
A future like this
Is dear to me
Soft sand
The place where
High tide won't reach
Just shy of ebb
Flow two-way
Discourse between
Land and sea
Both outreached
Like lovers arms
Drink each other in
Lying on her shores
Soft sand
Mounds where
Terns lay over
Tender feet walking
On eggshells
Deliberate delicate
New life born
In harsh climes
Resilient
Soft sand
Free from damp and cold
Nestled in reedy banks
Hiding darting beaks
Succulents and more
Barely moving an inch
The sea slowly rises
But never touches
For fear to wash away all
Soft sand
Tender toes march in
Treasured not owned
No houses built to dwell
This place is sacred
Defended and protected
Barefoot tiptoe around
Lost coins, watches
Wallets and keys
Gravitate there with ease
Generous offerings to
The space where
Bronze bodies
Curves held form
Find ease and release
Respite for an hour
Then depart
Love that comes
And leaves
Yet always returns
Warm soft sand
Where I land
In the wintry recess
Of my mind
Until next time
Sifting fingers
Falling through
Return to dunes
Pure and refined
Fine
Your every word
Tossed about gently
Like lost garments
In the night
On the deck
Of a ship at storm
Trip hazard
But loved once worn
In the daylight
As the anchor
Finds safe habour
Among living creatures
Seeking safety
Searching sea bottom
For friends and tidbits
Till bottomless glass
Tilts no more
I set sail again
Longing horizon
Begs me for more
A one-way street
Obey all signs
No turn to meet
Long road travelled
Further away
A mind map daunts
Crowd pervades
Lest crossroad take
You winding back
To where the flow
Returns both ways
Count the stars of heaven 