wet lure
drip
from lip
an obsolete dye
in kaleidoscope musing
up swells in
amethyst dusk
again
ebb away into imaginings
only seahorses can dream
swollen wood bobs up and down
all around
shudder through fingers in seaweed silhouette
succumb to fawning pirouettes
loves fluid current heaves and rise
then wane
propel against the tide
eternal
sight
passion’s
powerful might
wet dreams chose for of their expertise
some ship in full sail
as mariners regale
a deep sea treatise
traverse this verse
swim behind with no head or tail
often caught in twisted lines
languid allure all will resigns
just to take in the tremendous effect
dark seas do not reflect
tilt forward provocatively
within the rhythms of the sea