Holy Water Poem by Feriel Gargouri

The sun is down, and we are out,
Intertwining bodies in the dead of night,
Our words colliding on the ocean shore,
Words so loud at the stars we shout;

This restless feeling gives us meaning,
A sandhill flooded with our salty tears,
I taste the water surging on your lips,
Ethereal being, closer than any vision;

Gloomy eyes and knotted sufferings,
Have been washed away by the moonlight,
Your hair wavering in the coolest breeze,
As the heat within seizes all of my height;

All that is, is there for us to be again,
Hand this chair out for you to be my muse again,
Sit down as i inspect your holy features,
You know I know you best under this very light.