Rushing at the shore,
aroused by wind’s embrace,
it breaks like the peak of love.
Then, passion spent,
the wave retreats
clashing into its fellows
in the confusion
of emotion.
The wave is not the sea
but the fervour of sensation
in the shallows.
in the shallows.
The sea is the lover,
uncontained,
eager in its salty ardour,
peaceful and tormented
in tidal psychosis.
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