Fickle Lover
The remorseful ocean murmured her regrets
For the fierce tantrum
She had thrown the night before.
She unfolds her pleated skirt
Along the shore
And whispers,“Come.”
She has seduced me before
And is trying again.
Her tide’s long arms
Wrap lovingly around the rocks
And lavish wet kisses
On their craggy faces.
I hold her in my heart
And dance with joy
On the sun-drenched sand.
She is a fickle lover
Who ever toys with my heart
And draws me
Down to the sea again.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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