In a vessel of human's flesh,

Red sea remains still,

Oblivious to her surroundings,

Liquid of blood, thick with age,

Waiting to feel the flow of life.

Boiling like the summer sun

To burn and churn,

The blue sky of love.

A cycle over, flower blooms,

Root's withdraw to release,

Her pungent musk,

Walls of vessel ignite in pain,

Burning profusely to let her flow,

To meet the impatient ocean.

She flows through restrictions,

Shattering the notions,

Like the invisible wind,

She travels around the core,

Touching its feminine side,

Harnessing life's evolution,

A ray of light is born,

Losing pretention and inhibitions

Like dew drops about to die,

Red sea mates with the vast ocean.