You said to let it all wash over me–
Let the Naiads carry me out to sea
And the words like waters will flow 

For the waters are always whispering–
A reminiscence of sweet remembering 
Of everything a poem could be–

All of it–you feel and see
It could be an hour or a day 
It’s a shared smile as you stray

It’s one of those subtle glances–
That leads to quick advances
It’s the late-night pelvic dances

It’s the thrill in taking chances–
Each time you birth romances
It’s when you drop all the covers–

It’s the learning of new lovers
In a growing legion of brothers–
It’s the state that one discovers–

The birthplace of Aphrodite–
No heaven high and mighty–
But one that’s of our body

It’s the rare glare of clarity–
When all sings as it should be–
Composed in a poetic harmony–even in the entropy 

When tides inevitably ebb–It’s the communing of design
It’s when you find your pen in time 
To jot-down an age-old paradigm–

The waters that bore us we become– 
The self dissolves–into the love– 
That moves the stars and the sun

It’s these remnants– 
When their visions–
Are done