Friday, July 31, 2009

The Salt of You

i tried to touch the green of your eyes and find the tender center that is the sea,
the tides and moon that bind you in silver streaks, and holds the light streaming from your palms, find me,

then you grasp me with the moist mystery of your sea, and surround me in the dark amongst the tides and waves of your changing body.

somehow the shore that i became was jagged and desolate and my longing shattered
your waves, as the broiling clouds spoke the salt of your name.

a rage of light and motion defied the limits of your liquid presents, and the patterned stars lashed the rage of shoreline and sea, as

somehow you found me in the salt heart till i became the shoreline,
that held the crash of waves and the great deep heave of sea.

lost on the edge of the sea, waves weeping the stretch of rocks, that brakes each caress
that rips at flesh,

and i wrapped in salt and wind, finger the bleeding wounds, dipping my finger in and tasting the tang of renewal.

and your vision that swallows the sea, and your mouth that surrounds the stars, that in time and warmth liquefies them,

and the tides move through you, stitching your torn heart, and the silver of the moon reaches down and slowly gently touches your eyelids and your sea calms.

tide and current curl back into you and settles finding renewal in the warmth of your stitched heart.

until in loving convulsions the sea is pushed out, and the world blooms with the unfolding of shoreline and sea, with tide and light, wind and earth, all unfolding in
the tiniest crests of waves

and i, i swallow the brine, and wander the bolder strewn shoreline, longing for the silver running of your tides.


and my mouth measures your being, slides along the burnt parts of you.

and i taste smoke and soot, blood and lust, sea and brine.

and in your taste you embrace the contours of my mouth, and find the loneliness of my hunger.

and you surrender, cascading your dark hair down the contours of your pale back.

and you tried in your way to quench me, and my mouth drank in your sharp breasts and the shoals of your hips.

and in the emptiness of my mouth you abandoned your body and my tongue tasted the sea, and the brine,

and still my mouth burns with the sting of the salt of you.


in the wilderness of your eyes, i became lost in those dark orbs, a voyager breathing the silver wind of the moon, as the fingers of your desire pulled me from my course,

and the pungent aroma of the sea filled you and my eyes counted the absences between the stars and the winds of my desire.

tides and currents and pelting storms of brine spiced my heart, and stitches the long wound of my silent passing, head down tasting bread of the passing sea.

and your aroma of seaweed and foam, fills my mouth and i am nourished by your heat and the precious spices that your body gives up.

and no one knows that sea and storm whisper and embrace, and there mouths meet and in there hunger devour there passion till thy bleed the birth of sun and sky.


you and i love, entwined in waves, still the salt sea tangs my mouth as your watery arms create the circle of your tide, and the foam that you are encompasses the longing of waves, as your tears are the sorrow of blue sky,

and the curve of earth and sea bind together in rage and passion, and the salt that spices hand and mouth, that drifts in the lunar tug of your desire, becomes the tides,

and each wave each gale strums the longing of sea and earth, and the deep brine that becomes the blue,

together bound by salt and tide, we undulate and the stars streak the night and the silver draws from us the dark as the tang of sea

unravels the binding of us of sea and salt, of tide and sky,

and the tug of the moon draws her seed from the sea

and the eternal cycle of sea and seed completes itself in the binding of us.


Gray said...

I am almost rendered speechless by your work. Very beautiful, haunting and intense.

Haha my security word: interest

S. said...

Oh, I could read this a hundred more times, and still feel it as a fresh lick running up and down my spine...

Amazing piece of writing. Amazing...

Anonymous said...

You continue to leave me speechless, and as Gray mentioned, haunted. Your way with words is just so beautifully intense...please do not stop, as I look forward to your posts while I flounder trying to find my own words. I only wish I were as eloquent as you.


Avachild said...

I have read this several times over the past few days... unable to feel as though I've completely absorbed each word. It moves, it breaths, it is consumed by thoughts and emotions. There is touch and taste and sound, the site of it is almost overwhelming. When I read it I feel as though I'm being comfortably smothered by your words causing my mind to crave for more... so I keep reading. You have such an amazing ability to bring emotion to life. I look forward to reading more of your masterpieces. Thank you for sharing this with all of us.


finbar said...

gray, thank you so much for the compliment, coming from you, i truly appreciate it.

S, im glad you enjoyed the lick up and down your spine, i feel that way when i read your work.

blueeyes, please don't flounder, i enjoy all your writing, sometimes what it takes is just doing it, just write and not worry about how it will come out.

avachild, thank you, you are so flattering to me. am just glad that you were able to get something out of what i have written.

all of you are so flattering, it gives me motivation, and the realisation that some one will actually take the time to read something i write.

Shadow said...

wow, loved your writing here...