flickers over the white foaming crashing waves
that kiss the shore's voluptuous shoreline.
as is this love for us.
your face, i yearn to touch as
souls caress the face-soul of the other.
i seek your smile
amongst the peebles on the shore.
shining brightly, our upturned faces
upon each small stone,
as it reflects its reflection.
weep for me,
weep oceans for me
as i cry and create the atlantic for you and i.
come inside our droplet,
be still and listen
allow it to pull us ever closer;
suddenly drowning in the holiest of water.
the inverted bowl
so very blue and
and so very beautiful
now you see the Face.
T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova