My Love XIV: sting me with distance

my love,


you are the water woman who came to me  with wind as eyes that lingers till the fingers burn and long for the quench of growth and the deep green that your mouth brings and in the pause between your thighs that names another over and over again it is a scent of you that i search for i drift in the cloying water of dispersing tides and the white peaks that i taste.

and in the surging roots we find the sky that binds us in blue and swallowed in the night i hunt restless through the warm solitude of empty hands and savage arms  that lays sleeping on my tongue and the salt of this night a fist of breeze lifts you past silver and into the flecked green of my hunger.

and pebbles of water becomes the song that catches us between waves and sea you were the language that moved the stars that drank in the shore and brine that stretches me through this pursuit to morning praying it is the scent of you that binds and with a hunger of waves and tides i search for you and the sea takes me.

and i touched the wave that you brought me that shaped the stars as another slipped into you and the shine that caught my breath  that strangled my sight  and in that solitude of shadows i wandered i longed as the sea became you and i thirsted hoping for a long taste of your legs a touch of your flesh a whisper of hair but your fingers find him and hold him till the air strums and he gasps as the sound of you is tasted by trees and sky and there is only you lost to me and to the sea deep in the heart of green and the trail of your aroma beats down the brine and i flounder longing for your scent until the salt of your hands sting me with distance.