A Poem by Lucia Morgan

When she crashes, I am there.
I think she lets me feel like no man has felt her before, in the bareness of the night.
My hands outstretched, fingers spread, hailing to a god.
The inner of my arms, wet and deliciously sticky.
When she crashes, I am there.
On ghostly rocks.
I drink her excess, my mouth agape In awe.
Salty coolness quenches my tongue, extinguishing its resistance.
I close my eyes and relish in the luxury to not see…but imagine.
When she crashes, I am there.
I stand against her persistence like an ancient tree whose roots are, deep, deep, deep.
From here, I listen to her weep, cry, crash,
Moan, and shout,
Deny, lie, kiss,
Whispering into the grungy crevices of the rocks.
I enjoy her rough and roaring rampage, no matter how minor.
When she crashed, I am there.
This is my love.

© 2010 Lucia Morgan

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Added on February 21, 2010
Last Updated on November 15, 2010
Tags: nature, man, woman, love, ocean, perseverance, persistance


Lucia Morgan
Lucia Morgan

Tempe, AZ

shy. enjoys everyday things. aspiring writer. favorite books include All Quite On The Western Front, The Bell Jar, and others. favorite authors include Vladimir Nabokov, Kurt Vonnegut, Ernest.. more..

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