A GENTLE OPENING, A SHALLOW MOUTH
-A woman, whose hair is woven with earth.
Her breath causes the trees to dance.
She wraps herself in paganism and other people’s hopes and dreams of a fictitious god.
But we follow the eyes,
Those flourishing eyes of burning emeralds.
They say that her eyes hold the secrets of the forest.
Of life itself, but I find myself at the end of her continuous streams of tears.
-Lying there, vulgar, due to the hypnotic kiss of Mother Nature.
Her touch through the water wages war against my senses.
Like a gentle stroke of a brush along a main nerve,
I lay there in pure ecstasy, knowing very well that it is ephemeral.
-I saw the spewing out of gentleness,
Whispers turning into screams.
It was emptied into a cruel, hostile and unforgiving part of its estranged body.
-I heard the laughs of water gods,
And like children, were constantly consumed by their hyperactive state.
Yet at the bottom, all I hear is a thought.
Like the stillness of night, like the sound of her pupil.
If I look, all I see is the stillness.
An unseen battle rages on.
The rays of heat beat heavily on the drum-skinned surface of the open sea,
Yet I cannot hear it screaming.
-I recall the mingling of flavours.
It was the place where opposites collided, despite it being known as one.
It seemed as though it was very different.
They birthed a new mixture,
One that constantly healed the attention of my taste buds.
Every gulp was neutralized, the burden of salt was gone
And my mouth portrayed a watered down canvas.
-The aroma sank like a hook.
The fresh water had cleared my nostrils of the foul stench of salt water.
It washed out of my system and I was left in sure peace.
The cloud was far more gentle than a promising Sunday breeze.
-At that point, the détente of the two bodies of water erased itself from my mind
And I was able to leave the loving embrace of the patient shade.
But before I did,
I stared into the eyes of the woman as she gave me one last kiss.