conversations within a head

listening  
fragmented  
doodling within the head  
prolific shedding,  
multifaceted themes in thought  
whimsical colors galore,  
and more.  
 
the expectation of a wave  
as she starts to heave  
consumed in all the glistering wet  
just as the sun sets.  
the smoothness of the dunes  
allowing, forming the beautiful curves.  
darkness exudes from the absences of the sun  
foreshadowing this evening's moon.    
wave upon wave, such an echoing tune.  
she describes as pleasuring,  
posturing momentary moans.  
wiggling,  
channeling streams as if fingerings  
imprinting upon the sand.  
the eye,  
the seagull, witnessing  
the wave,  
from the sky.  
as the gull begins his dive.  
 
you make the seagull want to hunt and spy  
the idea of wave after wave...  
calming, after the seeming rage.  
 
i often ponder the sounds of the raging waves.  
 
the image, the rage, satisfying,  
nothing more intense as the forming of the swell.  
 
the smoothness of the swell.  
experiencing as it begins to heave  
as if to breath,  
as it grows,  
to swipe the hand across just before the wave,  
a building,  
a mood,  
before the ride, before the dive.  
the hand as it glides...upon the curves,  
a warming to excite  
piercing as a spike..  
 
how does the curve feel.  
when you trace  
when you feel the mood.  
just before your wave  
how does your mind conclude  
as the wave becomes real,  
and all your nerves begin, the feel.  
 
thoughts,  
oh often i think.  
tell of the sounds,  
tell me of the waves,  
describe and make me hear  
in wordy, mind manipulating phrases  
make me spin in all kinds of mazes.  
to hear the pleasure, is of a dream  
as if coming from over the hill, it seems.  
 
whisper the tale,  
in the dark at night,  
a notion of beauty, a falling star's tail  
the flicker of that candle  
curves of you  
upon the wall,  
from the voyeur's view.  
tell the tale,  
as your movements are viewed.  
to hear, moan them, dear.  
provide the gift  
the thought within my ear.