Your skin is salty, sweet
Your whisper          (“follow my lead……..”)
   sends a shiver
      down to my soul
Your hair plays waves like roaring rogues
   when the sun is setting
      and the moon is letting
      the stars take the first shift
There’s no need to be selfish
      when love has come around

And some days I’m like the beach
   beaten by the actions of the fleeting.
Footprints of their thoughtless actions
   bruise my timid tongue
But my love, you bring the tide
   at the end of the day
   washing away the remains
      of the countless,
                   careless,
                  calloused
                   travelers
      with the kiss of your breeze
      with the motion of your waves

I’ve been told tides occur between any two massive bodies.
They are the result of the differences in gravitational attraction.
See,
   the force of gravity varies
      with the distance of separation
Knowing this,
   my love,
      I’ll  never turn my back on you.
Just come closer,
                       closer,
                            closer
Let’s bring the coast to its knees tonight.
Soft whispers,
   soft fingers,
      soft tempers.

         I want to navigate across your seas
         Chart every quiver, every tease
         My favorite places, love,
             are the ones no one can see…

  …uncover your eyes darling
                                        &
                                 show me your infinite

My mother used to say.
You catch more flies with honey.
Than you do with vinegar.

She never taught me.
That the same principal.
Would apply to men.

Like how they craved affection.
Just as much as they craved sugar.

That their jaws would gnaw.
As they took bites out of my skin.

Causing me to bleed out.
Till I've been drained.
Of everything I ever was.
Or will be.

That this world.
Has taught me.
My pleases and thank yous.

That the sour words.
Have no place in a women's.
Vocabulary.

That sentences like *******.
I don't give a crap.
Get the hell away from me.  

Offends a man's ear.
Just as much as the word no.
No ******* way.

So the next time they order honey.
Give them vinegar instead.

i long for the pinnacle of comfort
to be remembered and cherished
even in sleep and away from all

golden rays of sun, kiss Your soft cheeks.
and clovers sprout in the path You followed.
Your pomegranate lips softly hum, melodic a
as a nightingale's song. I ache for a taste.
Oh my persephone, bring on the season,
where hyacinth blooms and morning dew
sleeps soundly on fields. Your lovely soul,
as pure as springs beauty. for star-shine
sparkles in your eyes. lighting up all of
earth, all of My life along with it. gentle
hand, intertwined. bless me with Your
glace. baptize me, pomegranate kiss.
planting seeds inside, My heart. budding,
growing. my Love for You, flourishes like a
garden. forever abundant.