Ocean

I love that I can hear the way you smell.

            More precisely, I close my eyes and smell breezy

water-scented shampoo.

            Wrapped up in you, the sound of the ocean

            percolates in my ears.

            The repetitive and deliberate wash of waves

            like your locks of hair,

            the gulls serenade,

            you, my soft sensual siren,

            have me like the waters owns the color blue

            and sun, yellow.

                        Let me float with you forever.