My lovers the sea
Sail to freedom and escape certain mediocrity.
The ocean calls my soul, my essence, my love.
The sea beckons me with a sirens call of the wind and waves intercourse.
The passion that they show one another lifting and falling and pushing my small vessel toward ecstatic freedom.
None to answer to but Poseidon.

I hear them in my dreams you know. My lovers wind and wave beckon me to their bed.
To play and explore all the wonders that only they can show me.
The highs and lows and the life of discovery.
Nestled in my tiny ship, the cocoon that keeps me in contact with the two.
I can hear them as they love. I can see them as they caress one another and in turn, myself.

I must temper such a love with caution at being so close to such passion.
And like any couple, especially one that has been together so long.
Disagreements will arise from time to time.
Though when such a spat does occur it is best to reside out of harms way.
Or be in a well founded vessel that is accustomed to such out bursts.

But in the end their they are kissing one another and holding hands like they had only met the week before.
And as they smile to me I cannot resist to go with them and feel the love that they have for life.