Rites of the Oshun (Ocean)

Sweet, sweet womban....warm and deep like summer Ocean,
Your head has never left my shoulder, though we be  `parted,
But, what is space, or time? They disappeared when I was with You,
6, was our number, all being born to Equality, we were manifesting through,
that yellow, and orange, and white, and red Sunset, and Moon; it didn't surprise me;
Still... I AM immersed in your graceful arms ~ baptize me,
I want to be full of whatever it is, that is your substance; Lively,
in the place of crystalline Mind and spirit and truth; Suprising,
are the tides rising, upon your enticing face: warm and accomodating,
Like, Sun Set, across your belly, our red, yellow and orange mating,
I want to rest here, in your bosom, until I AM soaked and full,
Air serves me not, at all; in this place, I gasp for your touch,
Frantically reaching for, if only, the corner of your garment,
my heart is in surrender, yet, your current is rapid and charging,
So, I fear I shall never let these modest words taste the lobe of your ear,
Could you not feel my burning yen? Drifting about and beyond, deep and wide,
Your barriers are like reefs, scraping my vessel, at bottom and side,
Until I am immobilized between your feet, beneath the sight of your eyes,
Nourish me; my essence keeps me bouyant and floating,
But, for how long, til' I am drowned -- content with you not knowing?
Never. Still(ed), my heart is in Unity, despite where we could be; Opening,
reaching and engulfing, assimilating, unblemished amity and adoration,
Ay, if there's anything I learned, being a fisherman on the waters, it is patience,
Yet, evermore, I desire to be consumed in your splendor, in fact, I'm aching...
Though, I relish in the fact, this pain is but the birth of New energies raising....