Here against the face of clarity
My faults attend the rush of your caress;
I am the cliff before the surging sea
And you the tide to which I acquiesce.
What is the restless sea without the shore?
It is a longing that exceeds the sands.
What of the bank where waters flow no more?
It is an ache the lover understands.
Come break upon me as a primal wave
And I will hold you close before the world
To bathe in sin our ancient gods forgave.
My heart alongside yours, or yours with mine:
It matters not round whom the waters swirl,
Just lips that kiss and limbs that intertwine.
© William Keller, 2015