Gravitational lust:
The ocean lusts at the moon.
It’s lunar grooves decide waves.
Whirling, swerving, crashes waves.
When that luminescent sphere stares down.
That moment of a stand still.
How sexual I thought.
Directions changed from infatuation.
Swift shifts of energy.
A surrender to beauty,
Exposing more of whats below; the shore
swells.
The tide is out.
Leaving vulnerable exquisite conchs.
Glittering under moonlight. An offering
for her.
Flickering dazzles of lights,
Amusement for the lunar above.
My god how divine the moon is,
Enough to tame something as tremendous as
the ocean.
I know its power stopping night-shifters
in their tracks,
Stunned and respecting.
I’ve felt the power she holds.
My eyes have feasted on her light.
She has been known to draw tears from philosophers,
And humble the wretched.
Appearing upon the black silky blanket
above,
Forcing us to bow, to swoon.
To stop and change direction.
Reminding us of the oceans within us all.
Salty and cantankerous.
They sway to the rhythms of her beams.
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