We were Water.

I know of desire,
have tasted it's ashes,
less warmth from a fire,
with a splinter that crashes,
flies in soot after glow,
crackling on wood and flesh hollow.


If we were not wooden
(in expression, but profound)
 in words spoken that night
of the sea, the wind, the sand and the tide.
Closer than they were there,
the prospect of passions to share.

We could have been water,
waves,from an ocean rising twice
lashing and mingling in stark high tides
miscible, liquid, in a flow.
tuned in spirits , fervent or slow.


not sand but water in entwine,
mingling of breath, blood, flesh
 by the tranquil blue, never enmeshed..


 sands are parched, dry and pale,
by summer tempest and winter's gale
now at the end meet the shore
Could the wind not float evermore?

water and salt
by them soaked in love
before the storm will fall.

We could have been water
in each others arms,
miscible, liquid,less viscous layers
each flowing over the other in there,
river or the sea, each one in form
and how does it matter
where the other is from?


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