CLIFF CRESCENDO

We walk to the edge of the cliff
the wind blows and makes
sweeping darts across my face
the sting and slap of wet hair
beating out natures force

pulse pulse rise rise

I feel giddy looking over the edge
and seeing the white combs
gathering a pace and smashing
their fury onto granite and crag

smash smash boom boom

Your hand finds mine and tugs
me close your mouth smothers
all reproof-I feel the surge
and succumb to delicious
delirium

swell swell throb throb

As you lift my face to yours
and sweep my buffeted hair
out of my eyes
you kiss wax -like skin
and blooms of carmine hue
burst forth driving your
animation

pulse pulse rise rise

Screaming shorelines slip
into our auditory
whoa! thundering combing
squealing rush
It powers your ardour
and the surrounding wrath
is mirrored in our lust

pound pound crash crash

tearing rages stinging whips of hair
rising blooms and moisten flesh
our crescendo is drowned by
the breaking rearing
ocean dying on its momentum
foaming pools of calm
drifting to dark recessess

pulse pulse ebb ebb
flow
flow
flow
flow