"Seabreeze"

Seabreeze

Caverns lead down to the rivers and sea

Delights so immense with the textures of thee

The skin and its fragrance, delights to explore

The wonders of life and the one I adore

The passions are quenched as the moment arrives

Spinal cord lit as the loving sparks thrive

Passions and languor appear as if one

In wave upon wave that will never be done

The bracing that comes, like the scent of sea breeze

Comes in tsunami of loving degrees

Exploring the caverns of passions among

The rivers of wildness with tensions unstrung

When loving is coming, we sing to the beat

The senses array as the love is complete

The myriad senses give heart no retreat

Conclusions arrive that in love, no defeat

Yes, of course, the birthday poems will continue.  They will not align your birthday at all, though.  You choose.  I can't say it is easy to create these and maintain my balance but, maybe, I'm maturing ... or something.  They certainly won't pour out of me, under the circumstances.  

I hope you consider an Irish Wolfhound ... or two or three.

This is a new form.  I don't feel particularly adept.