As Observed from Two Perspectives
In
Pocked, cropped
Prurient rapture.
Primordial playground,
Role playing
Squalls. Primitive
Sandbox Sexuality
Wells and laps, sprays and recedes.
Above
Lighthouse keep observes
Only illuminated swipes.
Silhouetted warning, he casts,
Certain love is lust, and brief:
Pheromones flare like fireflies
and cease as such.
Passion wells and laps, sprays and recedes
And recedes.
So I wrote this about, well it is tough to define, my overcompensating projections toward someone during a late night watching the stars on a beach with them. I felt like a child. I also felt like I was a part of something timeless and universal. And a certain part was always aware that it was just a moment and it would not last.
And then I wondered about being watched by someone more aged and certain, and their judgment.
Sincerely, do I get my point across or does it appear that I just play with words incorporating the letter P?
