TIDAL ACTIVITY

A full moon, waves crashing.  Childlike I crave attention.
All a-flutter in the midsection and sitting with it, buddha-like.
An opening at the base of my spine like the Hudson River
forced back by the strength of the tide.  Sea water rushing in.

Indian Summer warmth. Sweaty love from years past when
the moon didn't even register.  Why was that again?
Dolphins confused by the current swim toward Canada.
I dive into the stream and release the dam from my mid-section.

Too much iced coffee and I'm babbling again.  Chakra two, check.
Moving upwards toward my chest, the residual tingly sensation
from my previous journey upriver.  A kiss is all I really crave.
Saliva and tastes of you and me co-mingled with moonshine.

Reflections on the still water.  Two puddles that are your eyes.
Mine deep sockets of need and flesh and goo and cum seeping
from the aforementioned mid-section opening up the length of
my spine.  Zap!  Shooting straight through the top of my head!

Sparks flying to the moon and back sending ebbs and flows to
the tidal activity below.  Dolphins circle in brackish water.
The current shifts and back to the sea we all flow.  Nature doing
its thing just as it should.  Rising to the surface, I open my eyes.