She surprised me again last night.
Noiselessly she slipped in,
Planting wet kisses on my brow.
“How do you like me now?”
She was cloaked in mystery,
Cold in demeanor,
Yet there was no way
I could ignore her or turn her away.
I loved her. She knew I watched
And had given her my heart.
Like so many others I fell to her charms.
I didn’t want to end up in her arms,
But when she called I came to her,
Enjoying every moment
Until it was time to go.
She pulled away oh, so slow,
And left me quivering and weak,
High on the shore.
I didn’t dare ask for more
Because her beauty was more than a face.
Once again she found her resting place
Among the rocks and the deep
She waited to dance again,
A pattern, a schedule, her life, all there,
The ocean with wind in her hair,
Rushed in with the tide,
And ebbed out with pride,
Bold and beautiful,
She sang a siren’s song
And I understood why all along
Poets like Masefield were entranced
By her whispers and her constant chatter.
She really did matter,
I knew I must stay close
But not lose my head
Someday buried in the briny depths
Where flesh cannot tread.
April 18, 2016