She waited by the ocean for me,
an ocean unknown on any map,
an ocean that was loves aquamarine sea.
She waited by those aquamarine depths,
of shallows of my love that were soon to come,
in ever increasing waves of depths of love now sung.
She waited with valiant virtue,
for the lapping of my waves to come,
the soft rhythms of my undulating in waves,
becoming the sound of her loves strumming hum.
and when it came to her,
my aquamarine blessing,
of my crashing, manly waves,
it released the sea of love in her,
that stood still for all these years,
her ocean of love coming out,
in loves ecstatic tears.
We plunge now,
into this newfound ocean,
of aquamarine acquiescence of us partaking in caress and kiss,
as our oceans undulate in liquid friction,
to go past the possibility of our love turning into a fiction;
and we move past the universes suspicion,
that our love could ever dissolve into entanglements,
or the possibility,
that our love moving into lapse of a memory of the past.
03.Aquatic Ballet - VA-Buddha-Bar Ocean