The pounding waves beat out a rhythm
As they crash in upon one another,
A subtle yet powerful invocation written in foam

I am yours, only yours,
Head, heart, hand, and Spirit

Each wave expands in love, embracing the fragile strength
Of our existence, quiet in the moontide yet rumbling
Fierce beneath the sea, an underground cavern of liquid fire calling

I am yours, only yours,
Head, heart, hand, and Spirit

The passion contained raises the temperature as the sea
Glides between us, an eternal fluid dance teasing us as she pulses
To a tune she creates, the flames building within, a new rhythm crying

I am yours, only yours,
Head, heart, hand, and Spirit

And I open ever more to the movement of the tides, your voice
The sea caressing me, your touch the lava fusing our desire as we
Master this ancient affinity, flesh on flesh, Soul to Soul;

A surge of awareness blossoms like a thousand-petaled lotus

I am yours, only yours,
Head, heart, hand, and Spirit

Dena L Moore
June 17, 2010