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The sea, she calls to me to return to the place of my species origin
Baptism With A Goddess. The ocean is a lady, her emerald and white skirts wooing me to her depths, moving me to the undulations that match the ancient rhythms of love. I float horizontal in her clasp, as she carries me away, quenching my heat. From her firm bottom, to her wet curls. I am immersed in her beauty. Life began here, birthed from her womb, expelled to walk upright, centuries ago. Thus we are called, to return to her beckoning waves, as flesh driftwood caught up in the rapture of hersalty tang.
Sanibel Island where dolphins frolic with the waist high waders and beachcombers discover the floor of it's ocean waters are littered with shells. Some alive and some also vacant they lie in huge piles awaiting eager hands. Silver dollars fill it's banks with treasures that move tiny fibers on their undersides in the palm of your hand. I always toss the live ones back like frisbees to the sea. There are enough dead ones to make me a rich man silver dollar wise Warm waters lap at you where a lovers kiss holds a salty tang that haunts long after. The sun is an orb of tropical delight that toasts you gently far from the equator. I dove till I was breathless bringing up conch shells as big as my hand and other lovely shells with perfect points. Uneroded by the seas that keep sanding away all that is and was and ever will be. I am still there now long after I returned home a small part of me has taken refuge in a flesh colored shell In the aqua waters I doze as tiny children pick me up and gaze with wonder at my colors and my whorls. At least until I wiggle my fleshy attachment that helps me grip the ocean's floor then they shriek and toss me back to the cool waters and the green glowing depths that ensconce me. it is a good place to leave a part of one's soul there are many vacant shells here and it is always perfection. Sanibel tolls memories within the hollows of it's dunes and shells and so I linger in the echoes of its charm.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
seasoning on January 07, 2010:
very clever i like it a lot.