Morning Of Forever

Sometimes the fire burns the ocean pink
The swells scope into a chiffon meringue
And the horizon whips into a thick pudding
The textures of this souffle
Excite my pallet
The textures slide off my tongue
Into the cheek of my ecstasy

I walk the beach
I remember the taste of your kiss
For a moment I remember
The sweetness
Will I ever know this passion again
Is my desire one dimensional

Have I transitioned into the divine

Am I merely nostalgic
Am I lost in the let go
Am I stuck in the pudding of obesity
Do I want even to be here
Do I want the temporalness of the romantic
Or do I want the forever
How do I cross into the divine