Do not love only my surface

For it can be appeased far too easy

And even then, only briefly

For its satisfaction is never quenched

In constant breakage, traversing

Never finding calm, or home  

Modern times age of convenient

After all- there is more to me

This whole ocean I am- this vastness

Love me in the depths of where I live

Where pressure of being loved

Is found and ever present

Where bubbles are songs released

Where my hearts core- breathes 

Where daily silt is washed away

Where our love is a fluid dance

Submerged in value…a lost vintage

Poet of the Light © 2018

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