She lies like a mystery
Unraveled, untamed…a wild, fluctuating coast,
Wind-swept caresses haunting the harbor,
A light up ahead - dim.

No sound but my heartbeat
Thudding like footsteps on stone, softly insistent.
Dark clouds rage above, a mad master’s dance
Heavy with rain, ominous.

It is the fierceness of the storm
Drawing me near, pulling me down the rough-edged path,
Calling out a rhythm in waves washing through me,
Tension drawn in the sky - pierced with lightning -

And I am in my element, feral and fleshly,
Hair tossing behind me as I flow down , down, dancing
To the shore, to the swelling crests crashing chest-high,
Rocking toward me as I reach out to her,

Laughing sensually to the beat of her pulse,
My flesh rising with desire to roll with her, to sway and swirl,
Pivot and gyrate, to move with such pounding intensity,
The power teasing and potent, unrestrained…

I think of you with me, turbulent and inflamed,
Your body vivid and wild, moving against me,
Fluctuating and windswept, haunting me as she taunts the shore,
As she crashes and tames, rocking and pulling,

I think of you, your mystery,
The dream of your flesh, your flashing eyes devouring,
The control and force of your Spirit arousing -
I’m fierce in my desire; I’m eager to be tamed.

Dena L Moore
August 2, 2009