Kiss of the Virgin Surfer

Fallen into pools of blue with salty water clipped and froth You want to breathe as the fishes do electric eels, eccentric shock Sifting through sand in transit feet turned to fins in black Shoreline eclipsed by a crested wave Nod to the sun, there's no turning back Paddle like pipeline awaits you Shoulders taut, sun bleached out hair Twisted in torso and strong in belief that the wave of all waves is out there Break into barreling cobalt Shake off the spray from your face The sea spits you out in the ride of your life You slide onto land with a smoldering grace Sleep with the movement of currents Dreams rich in bubbles and bliss Engulfed in the shadow of wishes and waves The sea silent now with the weight of your kiss...