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Seacidal Raves.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
My restless neighbor,
for years you've tried
to pull me to your depths,
as I danced along the edge
of your wet fingers seeking,
to tug me away from
what was shore.
I have soared across the
back of your endless waves
on a fiberglass platform
of endless grins and
hard water slaps
Into the grinding sand
And then splashed back out
And dared you to
smack me down again
But oh, the marvelous rides
You gave me like a bronzed God
Dancing across your
Salty, undulating body.
I've also floated in the salty
tang of your embrace,
walked the endless stretches
of your vast poetic flow,
basked in the sun scorched
crunch of your gritty texture
Under the cries of the gulls
I have watched your
blue eyes stretch for miles
heavily lidded and splashed
By endless surf
ever blinking, ever blinking.
Perhaps when I get old
I'll let you wink me gone,
by wandering my frail bones
within your reach.
Till waters hit my nose
and then enclose,
Me completely
Till all that I once was
bravely choose
not to be,
a wrinkled prune,
propped up
beside the sea.
A baptism of death
within your kiss,
the one place
oh, so often,
I have missed
I'll part life
with some bubbles
and a hiss
wait for me
ocean and
I'll promise this.
Save me a shelf on
Davy Jones locker
Where I can be constantly
Swayed even after
I am gone till there is
Nothing left but
My calcium shell
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By Art~Whimsically YoursMy restless neighbor,
for years you've tried
to pull me to your depths,
as I danced along the edge
of your wet fingers seeking,
to tug me away from
what was shore.
I have soared across the
back of your endless waves
on a fiberglass platform
of endless grins and
hard water slaps
Into the grinding sand
And then splashed back out
And dared you to
smack me down again
But oh, the marvelous rides
You gave me like a bronzed God
Dancing across your
Salty, undulating body.
I've also floated in the salty
tang of your embrace,
walked the endless stretches
of your vast poetic flow,
basked in the sun scorched
crunch of your gritty texture
Under the cries of the gulls
I have watched your
blue eyes stretch for miles
heavily lidded and splashed
By endless surf
ever blinking, ever blinking.
Perhaps when I get old
I'll let you wink me gone,
by wandering my frail bones
within your reach.
Till waters hit my nose
and then enclose,
Me completely
Till all that I once was
bravely choose
not to be,
a wrinkled prune,
propped up
beside the sea.
A baptism of death
within your kiss,
the one place
oh, so often,
I have missed
I'll part life
with some bubbles
and a hiss
wait for me
ocean and
I'll promise this.
Save me a shelf on
Davy Jones locker
Where I can be constantly
Swayed even after
I am gone till there is
Nothing left but
My calcium shell