waves_of_pleasure fyn gula if i am a bird, a hungry pelican of the restless sea, you are the surface of the forgiving ocean that brings me life, that gives me little silver fish, that provides buoyancy to ease my weary bones and windblown feathers. i fly about in the grey, stormy expanse and dive into your generous willingness. i stand in your mirrored tidepools, gazing out at your endless horizon, knowing your love is as limitless. my webbed feet are wet with salt water kisses. and when night spreads her blanket of darkness across your poetic body's liquid beauty, we play under the happy smile of the moon's brilliance. me, up and down on you waves of pleasure. 010427 what's it to you? who go blather from