Tsunami Sex Seen

quiet waves out at sea deeply breathing in sweeping out to shore a frigate bird swells a red neck sack hoping to attract a young buck ruts and rattles antlers with a tree the earth shakes a slight quake making mounds ripple as if flesh a slug barely seen moving leaving a slime trail behind away from the pack a wolf pees on a rock marking his spot a natural spring trickles into a stream into a brook that babbles deep underneath steam creates pressure for a geyser anytime to blow the seagulls swarm knowing krill will surface as my humpedback whale swallows as the swallows and swifts dart and dash to catch an insect kiss the snapping turtle's tongue enlarges enticing to eat the it beyond lips now the ground grinds in time and rhythm giving in to the given harvest of the ripening the time of mowing and moaning needing be alone but us two pants at our knees panting barefoot stomping grapes our toes turned purple circle circulating gemini sixty nine never having our fill we'll turn our wheel for ad infinitum never spilling a drop yet undulating waves each ever passing to create the one that washes all this away