The Ocean

Have you ever stood by the ocean at sunset? When the wind is calm and an orange glow kisses the grey waters. The tranquil surface deceives its agitated undercurrent. Have you heard the shrieking waves hitting the wet slippery rock? It sounds more or less like cries of tormented heart Hitting the palms curled up around trembling lips. Have you ever felt the burning sand under your feet? Like desire burning through pores of lovers' body. The abrasive wet sand feels as heavy As a heart torn apart in deceit. I dig my fingers deep in water to feel the cold, mushy lumps And watch it being swept away in the sea Shard of some sultry memory creates a lump in the throat I let it slip away with sand. Ocean is the confidant and dossier of all The waves, the sand, the light, the pain The memories.