I Wish To Bite
I can smell her hair.
The scent has aroused me,
I wish to bite.
Then lick, for a multitude.
I cannot guess what makes her tick,
Not sure I ought to;
But it is that radiating sensation,
One that is heightened, exploded, expanded,
One that dives, spirals and blasts,
That brings me undoubtedly closer.
I know she is a Tidal Wave,
Silent and sometimes fatal;
But most often a purifying wave,
Setting order amongst the plancton, the algae, and the crustaceans -
- and all of that could never fit in a vase.
Could I be an algae forever floating,
Finding its way in the currents to stagnate endlessly in a warm pocket of water?
Could I be a tall tree standing still;
Awaiting for the moon to perhaps bring the wave back to this part of the ocean?
Or may I disintegrate into a myriad of stars dancing in the firmament,
So that I may always contemplate the sensual roaming of my preciously common Tidal Wave?
Of course, who says bonds shall exist between elements;
What defined the right set of interactions for never ending motions,
Why might an entity whether celestial beacon or undiscovered enzymes have a say in how the nightingale skips a beat or how the frog sings solo?
A simple addition,
Cross-sharing within a grand soliloquy,
Allow me to take part in your symphony.