The Sea of Triangles
The water parts showing curved edges.
I am in the sea of triangles,
Under the moon its guarding gun,
It’s filled with grace and loving warmth:
A sleeping crescent proud of passion.
It’s silver light turns water pink—
Shinning light so bright it’s blinding,
To us, however a soothing charm.
The sea in its full, vast grandeur
Holds me dear in the dark of night.
Were eyes are weak but hearts have hunger,
For the comfort of that camouflage.
I feel the water touch my legs,
My thighs, my hands, my arms, my life;
That salty breeze that sighs surrender:
Whispering I am the seas sublime.
The starts, the planets, round with laughter
Shine down to mouth out their concern.
How can we toy with such twisted tenders?
They preach with pompous, prudent pride.
They say the sea should not surrender,
And I, a man should not delight.
None of them though control their orbits,
And none of them can sway their lights.
Should I a man in love just flounder?
Just leave this salt with which I survive?
And so I wait; my patience carnage,
For the moon to hide me from their sights.
And then I dive, my heart wells with wonder,
As sea and me become as one.
I hear its waves roaring its rapture,
In that triangle I choose to drown.
Tell me what u think it means..
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