I Got Your Back

Fever pitched with ocean surf spikes foaming frenzy
riding the balance of a high-rise body.

It walks on water with magic of funneling frivolity
with sequin flesh.
Eons it seems transparencies pondering, of tried and true getting it right

harmony the abyss with creatures of the sea
in their bedroom of dreams.

The alchemy it derives from constellation
that sired it, fires up coals of its sign.

Moon lending extending hand
such gravitational play
folding currents massage passion even more.

As dragon bold will defend what it has evolved from,
takes on any intensity blue, upon visits.

Finger-painted horizons adding
their backdrop, to the image of playing field.

With white caps uncorking heat of presence
a happening takes on whole embodiment.

Legends stored in salt water lockets reopen,
the day it claimed its entry with torched breath
restoring design the equation of life.

The mood overwhelms
whirlpools bend to a surviving grace,
with vibratory curiosity being understood.