Topsail

The sweet aroma wafting in the air
Is of cedar, salt water, and seaweed
The memory of a tender sunsetting breeze
Traveling along a car with windows down
Procure remnants along my skin
A small blaze flickers delicately within a glass
Melting scented wax gradually into a contained puddle
After the strike of a match
The wick igniting without lessening the fire shared
Releasing a gentle washing of the waves
And the cries of the seagulls
Soaring over aged planked piers
Saturating my room
My feet miss the feel of walking barefoot along the hard sandy shore
Leaving shallow footprints temporarily behind
Evidence of my presence and of my life
During the autumn season when the ocean became unbearably cold
Lingering in the vastness of nature
Appreciating the endless horizon of sea and sky
I can almost taste the sunshine and salt on my lips
Heat warming the crown of my raven colored hair
Light reflecting on glistening waters too brightly for my eyes
How wonderful it is to be the ocean
Able to greet both the sun and the moon
Before getting too lost in yearning
I breath in deeply once more and blow away the pain
A tiny trail of smoke replace what was once a flame.


© AyalaRain

Flickers of Memory

I miss how you would just encapsulate my body into your embrace throughout the night
Just submersing myself into your bodily warmth was my most favorite place to be

I adored how you would kiss me as if you truly cherished me
every contact intense with passion but those that were also light
On my forehead, my navel, my ear, inner thigh
Curiously enough never a cheek

The brush of your fingers tracing my face before you took me in for a passionate french.

 

©AyalaRain