Mad Love

I am a mountain of mad love

Crashing hard and coming in with the rip tide

Surrendering to the density of rocks and watery wishes

The sand that falls to the ocean floor

Beneath the surface,

Heavy and whole

Breaking down and building up

I am the ocean sand brought to a degree of heat

That can only result in the clarity of glass

Fluids that take shape to my form

A strength in composure and a fragility in fracture

But don’t I sound so sweet upon breaking?

I am a shard of glass,

A slither of surrender upon the piercing of your skin

I am the the lips and tongue

Magnetically drawn to the blood of your pain.

Comforting your flow and release

Freedom to feel

Courageous to cry

I am the tears that dry

And taste like the salt of the ocean

As you wade through the water.

I am a mountain of mad love

Crashing hard and coming in with the rip tide.

I surrender to the pull of the moon.