The sand ripples between my toes
Gently, a loving caress intensifying my thoughts of you -
Oh, dear one…sweet lover…
The waves lap at my ankles, tugging me, urging me forward
As you call to me so silently,
A voice softer than the wind’s shadow,
Tracing my inner folds and soft shrouded places with a whisper
So foreign to me…so known and yet unknown, a language to be
Learned quietly in the peaceful dark hollow of your arms,
To be cherished and sheltered, like a flickering flame in the night wind -
Your glowing embers attract me, kindling the spark - the breath of life,
The energy rolling, crashing, flooding me with desire
To touch you….
To touch you as you have touched me, as you have called to me,
And carry this torch together, to lift it high, to light the path ahead…
The sea pulls me toward you, cresting wave upon wave,
Undulating swells urging me forward as you call to me,
Always calling…reaching me in lands unknown, in places no one
Has ever breached - high sea walls and the darkest caverns…
I call out to you in a language only you recognize, and I lift the torch higher,
Always higher,
So you may find your way home, to lands unknown…

Dena L Moore
November 6, 2005