Like the Ocean
I love her like the ocean eats the sand.
My world is turned into
a sea crest
          at high tide,
slowly rising to a peak—
I will break upon her shore.


Upon Aging
As I pass another year
          I grow perverse,
cynical,
a-sexual.

My wife senses
my growing pains,
and does not love me
as she did when we were eighteen.

The Argument
I cannot unfold
the arguments that line
my thoughts
in crisp, contorted
          layers fashioned from ignoble
          seeds. the line is lost,
          the line is lost.


Mahan L. Ellison is an Assistant Professor of Spanish at Bridgewater College in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. He received his PhD in Hispanic Studies from the University of Kentucky. Sometimes, he writes poetry in Spanish also.


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