I sense each wave
Abrasion, passion, bitter-sweet friction
Sensitive open end of wound
Each entity enters through
The peak of the pain
Pulsating throbbing bodies and mined
Still looking for something more
A short-wave passing through quick under current
Depth, no longer holding attention span
Over coming mundane ritual
Nothing more?
Life's longing for heaven on earth
Mind's desire to touch depth of ocean in
Another soul.
