Tossed Together

Cork popped; swirl; sniff; sip.
Delicious. The bottle is tipped again
And again . . .
Until empty. And lonesome.
One last glance of appreciation
And then . . .
Tossed aside.

Liquid black ice, moving, shimmering;
A shining sliver between dark, heaving clouds
Breaks onto the rolling waves, whitecaps, wind-blown athwart.
Water crashes over piers: billows and spray consuming
Where tourists once strolled,
High-fiving rocks, and pulled back out to sea . . .

To the center, the womb, the sweet jelly filling:
Ruby red, intoxicating Freedom.
There to swell like a muscle, caressed with love --
Tossed together.