I open my arms like a soaring eagle looking for prey.
It’s true, I wait
as the brown, wooden, horses with wings white like clouds
journey over my body.
Hoping that a victim plunges into my depths
I never stop waiting
long after the disk in the sky removes its rays to slumber.
My duty to escort each body to the depths of my soul,
never ends,
burying each body, deep within myself
I create a tomb of masterpieces combining each soul.
The scent of my pure salt fills the nostrils of all
attracting them from the comfort of land
into my savage calm nature.
They wish to intertwine themselves
preserved for centuries
we become one as their bodies disintegrate.
As I enter the lungs of each participant
I consume their taste buds like warm coconut milk.
I fill each ear with a symphony of exotic sounds that can only be produced by my love.
My smooth touch caresses their entire bodies,
as if they were laying on the dark, blue, clouds of Jupiter.
No matter how many join, I never reach my limit
my strength grows as I gain a new recruit increasing each ebb
and flow of my tide.
-Writer X-