When You Lap My Feet

When you lap my feet
With your soothing song
I want to dive into your wetness
To see how deep inside our souls
I can swim.

I walk towards you step by step
Until your song drowns the noises
Life makes of other people’s living.

I could stand on your sand
Its moving foundation
Feel you slip it away from under me
And never fear a thing
Then watch the gull fly
Over your shimmering skin
Aloft in freedom
Finding inside a sustenance
That brings life
Only your deepest flesh knows.

I am briefly jealous.
Until I hear your song again
Singing for me
Alone in the surf where you end
Always giving me a loving caress
That froths as it fades
And surges up, again and again.

You deposit gifts on my earth
Broken shells and drifting weeds
Only I can see as my treasure.
Here, the smoothed rock,
A flattened stone
For me to return to you in skips
Like a man remembering his boyhood
Or a boy still dreaming of what story
You will tell when I return inside you
A love as persistent as the moon
That pulls you rising
Across the quiet of a solitude
That together we understand
As a language spoken
Throughout time for this moment
Awaiting us since the beginning.

21 thoughts on “When You Lap My Feet

  1. MOMENTS says:

    Beautifully written, sensual and musical. Love the connection between the water element of your poem and the soul. To want to swim “inside our souls” is a lovely image. Very powerful beginning for the poem to unfold in the same musicality as the ocean waves. Love this: “your song drowns the noises”. The sand element seems to provide anchor, but it also shows instability, something that slips away like the ebb and the flow of the ocean. Is this a love that can really be fulfilled or just a dream? I like the voice of the poem, the man who keeps the boy inside in his dreams. The gull is magnificently associated with freedom and the moon with love. Lovely poem! And thanks for following my blog!

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  2. paeansunplugged says:

    In the concrete jungle I inhabit, your poem brought the ocean’s saltiness right up to my foorstep.
    Thank you Stephen for rekindling my memories of the ocean and the depth of meaning your words contain.

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  3. Stephen Fuller says:

    I live off the beach and head straight to the surf after work to process whatever is brewing in my head. The first lines came to me and then the rest followed. So in a way, it is quite literal, a love poem to the ocean. However, there is deeper meaning in these words as there is in the name of the blog, Pointed Home. In some respects the deeper meaning is quite introspective.

    Thank you for reading and your comments.

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