Ocean Blues (Shakespearian Sonnets)

1. I'm ocean bland they say; just brine in tray. Nay, nay, I'm passion grand I swear; with feel and love in every wavy swing and sway. Come ye, listen to tidal peals and spiel. I flex my muscles blue and like an arc I bend my back. With eyes half closed I smell the yonder scent. Distraught, distrait I bask in deep emotive joy of silent spell. I crawl and creep, slither and quiver to usurp the voluptuous sand bed. Oh my, oh my I raise and fall, I raise and fall; I pop and dance in wild romantic rage and cry! In frenetic climax my waves rupture and lie a while on dunes in blest rapture. 2. Lo, how euphoric feels my dearest shore submerged in my joy-froth; you must behold. With moistened every grain she craves for more. I laugh and fast recede breaking her fold. Shyly she peeps along my bluish length; Takes wind's succour to cover her bruised mounds and feigning false indifference, in stealth harkens to my billowing up wave sounds. It's all momentary; her wait and my romantic persiflage. I rush again with violent gush and wrap my maiden shy. She gasps and sighs in my drenching love-rain. "You're marvellous! ! " she shouts above the din. I stretch along the shore, a manly grin.