I know what you are doing in connecting haiku, but my concern is with the following:

You hear her voice in the ocean,
The blue waves pouring:
Melody over granite and
Powder.

You wander the shore,
Which is like the husks of conch shells
Tidally driven.

You watch the sea lips kiss
The shore over and over.
They soften the edges.

Wild ixoras
with luscious tones of red
peek from the jagged cliff,
where we sat,
their petals unfurling
in the whispering wind.

I see crimson lips slowly parting.
Wave by wave,
the hurling turquoise sea
puts its song in you.