The black deep reflects the night sky.  A sparkling not its own but stolen and replicated.  The rushing current of the ocean moves forward.  Waves rise and fall. The sea inhales the sky. Absorbing it to the point of elation, until it can take in no more.  Only then does the ocean falter, shivering and releasing the sky back to the horizon.  A spray of mist pierces the world it inhabits.  Frigid and coarse, it wants the heavens for itself.  Attempting to tame what does not rightly belong to the terrene.  A wave living from the infinitesimal to the infinite, it will never truly die.  It knows only itself and continues to roll on.

In the distance another can be seen.  The foreign yet familiar body breathes that same night air.  Straying from its course it stalks in closer and closer.  An unknown entity yields an unknown consequence.  The two brace for impact; violently taking a single sharp breath in anticipation.

But all for not.  The fear fades just a suddenly as it appears.  Soaking into one another there is an eerie sense of calm as the two meet.  Rippling together in that beautiful introduction.  A cross current of fate brings them together and tantalizes what might be.  The swells dance around each other playfully, majestically.  A dizzying display; this gyrating conjunction.  The waves undulating and playing with the limits of their borders; trembling along every inch.  The momentum of one joins the other.  Spiraling into one.  A whirlpool of physicality and emotion as they lose the world around them.

Embracing one another their breathing becomes unified.  Soaking in more than either could attain alone.  Reaching an ecstasy neither could have achieved on their own.  That once cool mist is heated and becomes a warm blanket of fog.  The swells heave and rock the night sky creating a flow which never ceases nor wishes to be stopped.  The waves succumb to the depths only to rise again.  But they no longer greedily seek to steal the stars from the sky.  A reality sets in from awareness of existence.  The stars are not out of their reach.  A light far brighter exists from within.  There is a peace and calm as they roll on together testing the horizon’s limit as one.

Swells or souls?

For Michelle…