November 21, 2003

• I am so excited for tonight, so I wrote a poem for creative writting . . .

  Tide

  Your white shirts glows like a
  Deep seafish luring its prey.
  And I follow.
  We walk along the beach to our swing.
  Footprints dot the moonlit sand,
  like the stars aligned.

  Gently I push you on the swing.
  Legs pump out and in, like our hearts
  Throbbing to the ocean's rhythm.
  The moon pulls your hair with an invisible thread.
  I am mesmerized by it- rising, falling, rising,
  Like the tide.

  I think that I can push you far enough to touch the moon,
  Steal its power in your fingers
  Snap the thread, and down it will cascade to us.
  Then our hearts will swell with its frenzy
  Manifest in love-sick voices.
  By our command the ocean will bow,
  And to our love throb.
  We will erase man's footprints.

  I rest my hands on yours and gesture to the open sea
  "That, sweet girl, that is ours," I say,
  "Every pearl, every star, every coral palace is ours to wander."
  I kiss the salt off your lips, and in
  Night's silence,
  Our cheeks flush.

  • 4:24 pm
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