Come, I Invite You to Suckle

Sea, I stand upon your shore with the rising of the sun as sanguine shades of dawn blend with an amber sky Long before the overture of the human race has begun I walk barefoot on the sand; to moonlight wave goodbye When Ra lifts his heavy eyelids and wipes away the sleep his light is softly reflected in prismed mirrors on your skin I wonder what buried treasure lies within your waters, deep before my mind is captured by the wake of a dorsal fin Your smooth satin surface is without wrinkles or ripples It beckons me, "Come," as though you invite me to suckle upon the salty crested waves of your whitecapped nipples and I, powerless to refuse, would wade in and gladly truckle Oh, rising Sea, would I were the wind to caress your cheek I'd not tire of lying cradled in the ebb and flow of your tide Rocked by gentle motion, I'd be entranced by your mystique Upon Earth, you are feared and worshipped, far and wide Your voice lashes out with Neptune's roar when riled in rage but tranquil in peace when moonlight shimmers in the night What dark secrets you hold would fill a novel, page after page You evoke my mind with questions; flames burning, you ignite