I see it all clearly now. Fireworks
frazzled, burst into open –
ing times. I’m refusing to resist
those lukewarm blue ocean
eyes that turn to fire, desire
deep in my being. I’m thinking
of those early days, thinking
we’d never light the fireworks.
Now look, I’m juts pouring with desire,
aim straight. My heart’s open
for business. I remember fake ocean
days and wanting to resist
so much. Resist
oversharing. Oops. I’m thinking
you fell for me anyway. Ocean
waves don’t crash. We surf, fireworks
in the water. We can open
and clench the sand. Desire
in particles between toes. Desire
in sun-kissed skin. Resist
storms. Halt. Open
souls as the night creeps on. I’m thinking
they might show fireworks.
We should stay on the ocean,
basking in the safe ocean
to fulfil the dolphin desire
and watch fireworks
as rainbows. Don’t resist
the beauty of now. Thinking
of being open
to you. Playing my whole deck. Open
to us happening in the ocean
mounting. We’re thinking the same, the undesired
for others. You can’t resist.
Neither can I; it’s fireworks.
Once you open us, I promise fireworks
and thinking of the future desire
in oceans no-one can resist.