When Waves Conceive

Sometimes waves fall in love, or their swells are just filled with lustful hormones Communication is minimal, they pass by, and instantly couple together with such fluidity. (Little do they know the moon set them up) Then they flirt. Their swells rub up against each other, seductively teasing. Skies turn dark as the clouds gather to watch from above. Some seagulls hear the rumors and follow the clouds. Circling above, observing. God, from all her excitement, sends an applauding thunder, followed by anxious lightning She builds up the minds out of mere impatience, causing the seagulls to scream from fear Then suddenly the waves become tired of the teases, And they thrash at each other with pure Passion! The seagulls become confused They expected a lovefest not a bloody duel The cowardice birds fly away in search of an aphrodisiac to heal their disappointment The waves continue brutally beating each other out of love Such Passion filled violence shocks the clouds and even God herself, they disperse, and the exciting winds cease And then the waves just lay together, cuddling gently as they’re shifted towards the shore. Spread unto the sand they die holding hands as the Sun peeks through the fleeing clouds, forever unaware of the Passion love that just occurred under its golden stained mane.