Swim.
Screaming trains, missed
Like Love in a purple blur moving slowly at the speed of passion and in between intersections of Self and Serendipity
With beautifully glaring lights either red or yellow
Cautiously aware of unfamiliar greens so as to control the unpredictable, showing skin above the knees and exposing a soft neck
Ever-exploding earthquakes, disguised as confidence, balance risk, just cup her breast
Just love with a soft hand and shield collapsing skyscrapers with the other
Blind risks provide a big enough island with enough marine to float two trusting hearts above
Streaming waves, kissed
And brushed with golds and the perfect midnight blue
Love with a depth, where light cannot reach but illumination is followed, like a path of corals and sea anemones, into a state of absolution.
Seduction becomes submersion in an ocean with enough imagination
Swimming is the vehicle by which desires are reached.
Swim by your Self
Swim to Serendipity.
5-15-12





