Light/Write Poem by James McLain

The water pulsates inside with sound as it crashes
and it is pulled against you, as I open our eyes.
Swiftly it has entered now eddy's to make the fog, 'deep noise.
The large waves and green salty foam awash
between us, 'beside us, moving aside garments
moving limbs seeking all that it enters,
you saw and it did not hesitate warm water,
of thought it greets us.
The stars looking down the long sandy shore as they meet us.
The light of the eye, 'where the cloud low with the water meets sky,
formed upon our feet, hairy the grass, blows like the front lock.
Before; it/it spoke being turned off, then on light/write, it continues.