the boom continues
spawned in dawns remaining splendor;
reminders of trudged sand,
the wakefull beats that birthed a tantric rhythm
where our bodies touched,
excited by the strangeness of tides,
elongated by the milky, distant moon
which allowed the fragrant seafoams
to explore our folding toes
amongst the wetness of the coming sea.
the beach beneath us
writhed into a thousand passageways
of subterranean paradises,
each with their own hidden jewels
that rose to surface,
pinks & the reds of early passion
vividly pursuing the curves
of horizontal communication.
there was a palace,
enriched like the sweetness of plum,
towering into an atmosphere
of unattended gardens.
this is where we buried the treasures
of the heart,
where we redefined the motion
of the heavens far above us
& below all this, we continued on,
aware that the moistness
of the coming air would awaken us
from what seemed like a century's worth of dreams.
hand in hand,
we found our way through deserts
towards the clay,
softened by the firmness of walking home.