reaching for my feet with watery fingers
beckoning me forward
into frothy depths
and as I did yesterday
and the day before that
I move away
afraid to step into the deep ocean that is you
You are mysterious sea
with whitecap laughter
and unseen bottom
and endless and engulfing
Your pull is too strong
And I am at surf's edge
my toes warmed by your caress
cooled by a breeze that whispers promise
I know the danger in your darkness
yet I move forward
until I am weightless
the safe shore distant in shadowy moonlight
You lap at my face
and tug at my flesh
and I cannot breathe
but let you hold me
Buoyant I float
in your arms
electric with life
until you pull away
As if directed by the very moon
that brought you to me
you retreat called away
and leave me beached
Lying in the dawn's soft light
I watch the sea birds
and wonder at the magic of the tide
and you
Standing
I shake the sand from my feet
Salty memories cling to my skin
and your scent is everywhere
You will come again tomorrow
and the day after that
And I will be waiting on the shore
unable to fight the tide
Melissa Bachara Rohwedder
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