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05/06/12
Tidelives
These Atlantic Maywaves, Sashaying diagonally, shorewardly, This five-o'clock-Sunday-afternoonish interlude, Whiplashing their singsongingly sibilantal secrets us-ward, Intuiting our lovelandishly robust luciousness, Emote, in emotionally motional melodious motifs, As each reaches its outreaching reaches, The seemingly speechless sea's ABC's, So that we beachbatherly beings, Seated so side-by-loving-side lovely, gloriously euphorial, Can calculate the closeness of the colloquial ocean And knowingly know, In these monumental moments of momentariness, The random reasoning of reality's irrationality, Each wave waywarding its windwend to our shorestep And, ringing our shorebell, Tellingly tolling its seasalt soul, Which it leavelornly beseeches our two-in-oneness to wear, In the carryforward of our mortal forevering, And become the coming of our love's flowoceaning tidelives.
05/06/12
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