Seed of a Poem

You are the seed of a poem
An insightful rose,
And the flashing sea

You are just one sin,
A little white lie
Morning’s marine haze

You are a sensual pomegranate,
The sticky honey,
The surf’s salt air

You are the allure of gardenias,
Peach juice running down my arm,
Foam among the waves

You are the dream that makes me smile
You are the reflection of clouds on the surface of the pond
And the call of the open ocean

But you are a language I do not speak
A dirty window obscuring my view
A riddle I can never solve
And the one who wakes me from my dreams
With the slamming of the door
You are everything to me,

. . . but only in my dreams