The Depth of our Desire
she walks
on threads of
golden sand
wearing herself
as a cloak
rising up
without effort
her feet rule the fog
and the mist dress
her locks
her eyes betray,
only garnishment
for the wisp of time
her tool of vision
and moods
she only knows one
lips merely entice
with pleading whispers
the game
long ago up
turquoise layered
an uneven flow
rhapsodies
my swimming vision
the water rises
and carries
me to her
us to one
she the power
I swim in
her depths
height to breadth
only guided
by her countenance
there are no reds
here. nor yellows
and orange
only my blue wants
to her green gives,
releasing
our turquoise desire
we swim the depths
and own them
the beauty of our desire
enough to chase
dogs that howl
and envy our stroke
I'll find her
when I need her
again
along the cliffs
waiting
and whispering
of turquoise
~Rick
