ocean explorations

a string of worn lights sparkle

in the reflection of smooth deep blues,

and a cool breeze blows up my skirt,

playing at what lies below.

wine stems dancing in mid air,

as conversation ebbs and flows.

hands finding hands,

eyes piercing souls,

and I watch in the mirror behind you,

as my hands slide around your bare back,

and up into your hair.

suddenly there is a ripple of waves

as we change direction,

and the conversation stops,

replaced by warm moist lips and soft sighs.

the music changes from waits to early jackson,

and you take me down in one swift motion

bringing the sparkling lights up from the ocean

and blurring them against the black of my eyelids.