I love how your waves rise—rough and high—rushing toward me at the shore. And then, just before they reach me, they soften…gentle, almost tender, as they touch my body and my soul. It makes me smile…makes me blush.
I let myself be drenched, head to toe, in your all-consuming depth. But you don’t stop there. Your waves begin to pull at me—urging me to come with you, to dissolve into you, to become one.
I stand my ground. I let you take the sand from beneath and around me. You take so much that I begin to lose balance…yet somehow, I steady myself.
I watch your waves retreat, carrying away grains of sand laced with sunlit, dreamy sparkles—only to return to me, again.
