Tide

Gentle swells the sea
inviting me,
she beckons
wave after wave of promise
Gentle, she will wash away
the Salt of my tears
the tang of my fears
In saltier, gentle waves

I wade in

Cold, bracing,
I gasp,
rush of life
embrace the passing of my strife
to the deep embrace
of the salt sea

Ah, but she lies,
fickle Mistress
Cold-hearted Bitch.

Her once-gentle swells
pound me
grind me
press me back
and birth me on the sandy shore,
then roll again to her bossom
beckoning
as I lay spent upon the beach