She Knows Who She Is

Her pale cherry hair

From sun's perpetual glow

Berry smell with a hint of smokey swirl, frames the face which holds me in 

Oceans eyes blue

Deep, so deep

The Siren calls me to

Immerse in her endless fathoms

Salty wet, enticing warmth

I want to swim in her gentle gaze

And abandon the shackles of earth

Which impede me from

The pleasures or weightless floating.

To fixate upon these indigo

Beacons of light

Lending their beam,

Keeping me safe within their gaze,

Is only the surface of her embrace.

Within lies my world - the one

For which every soul longs 

And dreams

Where water magnifies the beauty

Of coral reefs laden with colour

The balance of fragile ecosystems, 

Made perfect by time.

No ugliness dwells in this place-

Where I feel I belong.

The surf surges with strength and

Adventure; ruled by

Lemon moon and embering rays

Buoyant but consenting

To dive free

Exploration and discovery 

Of a magical world.

I long to swim.

To plunge naked in a nature

So free

To lie upon the sands so fine

For reprieve, repose and lingering

How can a man not love such an ocean?

Where water replaces air?

What joy this sacred privilege affords

No predators nor those who would destroy

Such a wondrous home!

I wish for a forever within these fathoms

Of liquid embrace

And to hold her with want

And needs fulfilled 

From the sea I came

With harbour scents and humid breeze

The envelopment of mysterious fog,

And to this body, so gentle and fair,

I wish to return

To be free,

Untethered from anchor's

Unforgiving tug

In these blue beacons and holding unrestricted.

I love her, and forever shall

With her pale cherry hair

And swirling smoke smell.