between the shores

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Between ...the shores 
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As 
With life 
the waters 
churn between us 
i try filling in the spaces 
with errands, i assign myself 
letters written, some never sent 
all trying to appear cheerful 
to mask the tears, my longings 
so strongly affected, my resolve 
a sense of trust, reassurances 
an unshaken confidence 
being there, still sure 
all, to little effect 
against the real 
hunger pangs 
of haunting 
loneliness 
for which 
there is 
no cure 
memories 
of all of you 
warm embraces, 
persistent ...kisses 
screams of passion 
which i cannot erase 
a love scent hovering 
still hanging in the air 
your lips, your tongue, 
your legs, your breasts 
more, still calming me 
in soft, soothing sounds 
the persistent loving gaze 
conversing, in loving words 
i so long to hear, once more 
as we pause to catch our breath, 
laughing together, blowing kisses, 
without even a word, remembering 
even tough times, even as i sleep, 
calling out to you, continuously 
tossing and turning... though, 
here i stand, triumphant 
warrior, priest... man 
with a temple guardian 
for our love, complete with... 
your essence, sweetly scented, 
gifts, internal candle flame 
burning blood of my heart 
in silent contemplation 
after long suffering, 
of endless days 
extended 
hours 
on guard, 
returning ...fast, 
as i can, coming back again 
at last along the final leg 
...of the journey home, 
mind bending arcs 
to distant shores, 
following in the echoes 
each ripple of waves 
in the recurrent 
loving thoughts 
of you, launched in 
cycles of perpetual flashbacks 
...enthralled in the throes 
of anticipation 
As i swerve 
from the most direct course, 
seeking a tasty treat, 
for a ritual breakfast toast 
invitations accepted in my mind 
as we, together meet... for 
a source of provisionment 
a meditative blend 
of sustenance 
along the 
back roads 
Taken from 
real subliminal 
excursions, quick 
stopping, for supplies 
at a local breakfast shop, 
shopping for a few items... 
as you are with me, i am... 
loving you, even from afar 
as i beacon you to join me, 
in a photographic paradise 
eagerly coming to surface 
to your heartbeat rhythm, 
strumming drumbeats, 
pounding beats fresh 
as our sweeping 
motions, merge, 
in converging 
locking into 
an array of 
auto erotic 
acrobatics

Niagra falls 
and Old Faithful 
Geysers of frenzied 
emotions, pounding flesh 
rushing like the storm surge, 
of the restless ocean as always, 
eyes locked as we begin to dip, slide 
within a shared pool of wetness, 
keeping us, always fresh... 
coming back for more, 
each time and time again 
seeking to restore the balance 
Giving my best efforts not to slip 
...losing my grip,upon your mind, 
upon your hips Yes, we do... 
Employ such measures, 
to bring us... each, 
together again... 
with greater joy 
in knowing 
at depth, 
dear to 
my heart 
...you will 
always 
be my 
...treasure... 
...ship... 
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