Senseless

Senseless

by

P. A. Matthews

         Scented breezes waft ashore; melded aromas of briny sea and air become an intangible vapor invading our senses. Gazing, I watch the invisible wind ruffle your titian hair, as if it bore hands caressing each tendril.

         Your eyes reflect the deep ocean; sapphire pools meet mine, still able to capture and hold. My attention draws from you, listening to rolling waves sustain tribal drumbeats while the surf responds in tympanic wonder, echoing my heartbeat.

         The sun shines upon the heated sand as I brush across the grains, shattering each speck into prisms of starlight dropped from the night’s firmament, washed ashore to enchant us. We have drawn our love in this shifting sea of sand, knowing as the tide claims our words, they become fathomless in their oceanic home.

         The sensations you allow my fingertips are wondrous. Running my hands across your chest, I find the place calling me home. Lying down I place my head atop your heart, anxious to hear it speak. Inhaling your essence is heaven, flooding my nostrils with fragrance only you provide.

         Did I tell you I loved you today; make sure you understood our love couldn’t die? Did you know our lives were as sure as our beloved tides?

         My lips find yours, a delicacy of softened flesh yearning consumption. Flavors tear through me as I kiss, the briny sea and peppermint candy the last to linger.

         Strong arms pull me from your body. Voices reach my ears, yet my brain refuses their entry. Your soft flesh changes as it cools in the setting sun. I gaze into your eyes growing distant, while inhaling, remembering your final scent.

         I rush to your side one last time, caressing your mouth with mine, tasting the infinity of our love. Dragged away, I plead to become senseless.

The End