the wind blows the earthly sand west
i am deceived by the smells;
they linger evermore
in your temple at the waterfront;
a handful of rose petals, wence thrown,
how they run from each other
in the churning of the sea;
they run like your love did
your undying love for me.
the word you used to use for me;
the current pulls me under,
of this i'm not afraid,
i shall not even hold my breath;
nothing compares, nothing could ever compare,
to the scents that burn deep inside of me,
the memory of your breath,
and neck, and Design,
that still lingers in my heart,
that burns me up every moment of every day.
i dwindle like the refraction
of the sun,
to seek the depths of this ocean,
to lurk the bottom like some wraith,
waiting to catch a glimpse, a glimmer,
a shard of light sent bouncing through the sea,
from some place on shore,
your sacred place on shore,
your temple at the waterfront;
i drift like a single discarded petal
waiting to feel your caress
First published previous to January 7, 1997
poems and stories on this web page are copyright 1996-1999 Ronald Randazzo.
Most of this original work was originally published under the pseudonym Ronald Rand.