Viniculum

Waves upon Waves
Resounding upon my shores,
Their tempo beats against
The walls of my soul
And the swelling of the tide
As it changes in direct proportion
To the track of your gaze
Washes over me in a flood of
Deep emerald satisfaction;
All caught in the ardent look aimed my way.

June 9, 1999

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