Hawk Productions - World of Wet

Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

The World of Wet

___________________________________

Huge mountains soar beyond imagination.
Secret caves exist where marine creatures
dwell & keep vigil for delectables.
This world of which I speak is the World of Wet
home of our ancestors -- a world affecting
climate changes & our survival on Earth.

The Ocean -- great moderator of heat energy
from our sun -- provider of sustenance for
immeasurable populations yet vile/treacherous
& unforgiving to those who choose not to heed
or respect her realm. One might come eye to eye
with a giant squid -- long tentacles streaming
while inking the water with a protective shroud.

Some underwater critters of the sea swim in
schools unaware of their predators in deceiving
seaweed or swaying kelp stalks dancing
to the currents of the ocean.

I experience strong tugs -- tides insistently
beguile me to glimpse extraordinary events
encountered only by species of the benthos¹.

I gaze into depths longing for a magical
submersible -- protection from pressures as I
explore an environment hostile to humans.
I imagine gliding in Ocean deep -- a sea filled
with luminous night creatures -- starfish/sea
hares/bright-eyed puffer fish/gentle sea cows
& rays butterflying past me in motion slowed
grace. The profundity of sound is overwhelming
subtle snaps & sizzles from small crustaceans --
warbles/grunts/croaks/pops/songs & clicks from
legions of fish & mammals. Crystal clear
sounds like castanets travel miles to
communicate in deep waters. Giant mammals
of the sea sing mermaid fantasies to each other.
But these sounds of Nature are often masked by
the throb of giant blades -- the ping of depth
finders -- the low rumble of engines & oil
exploration with controlled subsea thunder --
all whose sources emanate from machines.
I shudder from the effects of man & shed saline
tears as I foresee the future of the World of Wet.

1. Benthos: (n) Gr. Depth of the sea; all the plants and animals
associated with the bottom of a body of water, esp. the ocean.

Coursing Through Our Veins

___________________________________

There is a sparkling wilderness
reflecting our origins in briny
solutions coursing through our veins.
A saline solution of ionized particles
covers three fourths of Earth's surface
& streams through every human life
form. I see blood ooze from a tiny
cut in my finger & ponder the mystery
of evolutionary ladders.

Irony rules. Humans have conquered
the world while the Ocean remains
Earth's master -- its presence --
a shimmering palladium. I ride
& plunge the waters which can raise
ships with little effort -- crash them
with no thought into cavernous
troughs like playthings.

I am in wonderment of moving
Earth plates/volcanoes creating
islands/internal waves in the Ocean
boiling water at five miles deep.

All remain enigmas to our
irrepressible curiosities.
What is this aqueous entity
covering most of our planet & why
do its components run through
my veins -- my veins & yours?

Blue Blood

___________________________________

Appearances may deceive even the discerning.
No matter what your station blood runs red in
your veins. So where did this legend of Nobility
come from & the shade of Royal Blue? What do
Social Registers contribute to the tincture of
blood? Noblemen do not refract Sunlight & dire
circumstances can place one in a salt-water
coffin. It is the Ocean's currents which cloud its
waters with matter & metals changed to ions.
So depth alone cannot determine the turbidity
which affects Light's spectrum. Salt water
slowly decomposes all substances & what are we
who once crawled from the sea. Now we ride in
capsules & breathe cleansed Earth's
atmosphere. Confinement in submersibles can
try the best of men. Space is that precious
preventative of claustrophobia for some
humans. Air is a prerequisite for all mammals.
& what of depth's pressures crushing body
forms & hulls alike. Strained compressions
seek entrance with compelling force to reclaim
its airborne offspring. What of divers who
suffer cuts at water's depths bleeding blue from
wounds deceiving even the discerning.

Medathinking

___________________________________

The dot on the wall transfixes thought
temporarily -- an unwavering focus
slackening incessant sensory impulses
to the brain. The state of being
recognizes repose is required for renewal
as tension flows from mind & body
seeking relaxation -- an emptiness.
The inner eye sees what cannot be seen
when distraction distorts a compilation
of comprehensive images.

Senses serve as messengers to a body
which listens carefully.
Now our limbs tingle as one as we near
empyrean. The forehead becomes
an empty screen as brain waves
travel by visualizing being there --
a place imagined where
the quintessence of tranquillity
resides & peace reigns in the hearts
of those who will believe & love completely.

Flashing through uncharted mind-space
reaching the other side of Elsewhere
composure & faith quiets
the Intrabeing's restless rebellions.
As weakened negativism slowly
withdraws -- the core of Self
is found across the realm of reality.
We float in a space without barriers
& the cycle is completed as we return
to our bodies -- becalmed.

Remembering Tomorrow

_________________________________________

Curtains sway in Autumn's breeze.
A hint of burning leaves wafts
through our windows. Harvest
moon's glow silhouettes ripe
shapeliness as her twinkling eyes
dance with devilish mischief &
play begins with tickles & giggles.
Lips brush -- noses rub like
Eskimos as arms enfold into
embrace of renewed promises.

Supple breasts press taut to
my chest & I smooth from her
radiant face -- raven hair filled
with scent of morning flowers.
Rapacious mouths feed
voraciously as limbs entwine like
clinging vines & fever burns with
enraptured anticipation. Hunger
grows deep within like raging
wild fires sweeping through forests.

Searching hands explore once
again & ears listen for familiar
signals -- a small gasp/moan
whispered words or a playful
nibble. Her thigh rises unfolding
flower petals moist with love's elixir.
Guided with purpose I'm bathed
in her sweet nectar. Pace is a slow
pleasurable give & receive --
then suddenly a tiny gasp summons.

Her strength commands &
I eagerly surrender control
as backs arch & hips strike
a rhythm fundamental to
the soul. Moisture appears
like morning dew on her
upper lip & her eyes now
lidded. My ears roar like a
train in a tunnel as we reach
coherent heights. Rabid

throes & muffled shrieks
intensify as she trembles
& bites the pillow.
Zealous thighs exert her will
as I'm drawn into a demanding
clutch -- pulsing. Sounds of
beating jungle drums pierce my
mind & white light flashes --
blinding. Our crescendo peaks
as she peals & trembles & I howl --

shuddering. We clutch tight &
seize the moment for minutes --
absorbing. We collapse filled
with bliss as tender stroking
& light kisses reaffirm our deep
commitment. Cuddling like
matching spoons we float away
to paradise on white puffy clouds.
Look! You can see us
against the Harvest moon.