On Our Way To The Sea Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

ON OUR WAY TO THE SEA

We sit upon blue cushions, in our carriage of black.
The sunlight paints your raven hued hair,
As it gently trails down your voluptuous back,
In the scented breezes of the soft, summer air.

We are leaving our Tudor and its grand, vast arbors,
Gliding to the bright, enchanting harbors,
On a voyage on the lanes of the florid countryside,
As man and woman, bridegroom and bride.
We ferry to the boundless, effulgent ocean.

On a thalassic course, inhaling every scarlet potion,
We caress in the corner of the coach, bathed in blooms,
Leaving behind our palatial rooms.

Your beauteous eyes, so rapturously,
Struck with the lavender, starry light
Of the billowing, elysian, twilit sea,
Beneath the regal skies of the nascent night,
Is the source of all my felicity,
For the love you give from heaven saves.

Let us dive into the azure waves!
Let our passions peak in the sweet brine aflame!
Let the wind forever speak your name!

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ