Shoreline

In the beginning there was #silence

The mist rose from like a mantra of the #earth

Down in the deep, a ship suspends

Its captain disgruntled, oblivious of his crew’s bland ambition

The #sailors sorrowful as razzmatazz escalates

No land in sight, no hope for the #blind

Then she shines her light

Her single mind pierces through the clouds medium

In the night of #hopelessness, they took a chance on #life for a last time

And broke their sails for the shore

The focus was impeccable, a dreaded apogee

For just across the #shoreline

Her breasts, a savoring well worth succor

Her hands, muddy from two seasons and a half

Her countenance as silent as in the beginning

And she waits as the ship’s anchor cleave to the shoreline

Ecstasy finds #expression in the sand from wallow times to purposeful divine

Wilt your waist and flick your wrist for debris to free you

Dock on this shoreline

For she waits and marinates in silence

For her mind to purge this boredom

You have to come

But she has a second face

And every sailor that stepped on the shoreline, she swallowed up

Down to SELAH.