Two glistening bodies writhing torridly
on sparkling white sand under a lover's beckoning moon
savagely captured in the intertwining vines
of surrendering passion and unquenchable lust
rocking to the penetrating rhythm
of the waves lashing against the surf in endless repeat
hopelessly adrift on the sea of their own love
swept away by the emotional vitriol of a tide within
living only in the torrent of now not knowing or caring
what the breaking light of dawn will bring.
Will the loving hands of destiny scoop our lovers up
and hold them securely against her breasts,
or will they be snared in the treacherous whirlpool
of deception and spiral helplessly downward?
Will their love be a enduring living masterpiece for all to admire and emulate,
or will it be a frozen monument to what once was forever to dwell in love's abyss?
With their frail hands clasped together two aging lovers walk along a moonlit beach
remembering a night long ago when their desires caressed the sand under their feet
forever mindful of the divine intervention
that helped them along life's perilous journey.
Copyright © Kim Morrison | Year Posted 2013