Feel me , shore, feel my waves rolling towards you,
the salty air I bring you from a distant coast,
feel it blowing over your trembling, flying sand.
I roar when I find you again, where you have been waiting.
You take from me what I will give, but never trust me.
I am the sea, feel me all over, take me in
as I take you, I feel your longing for my strokes, I come and go,
you are my land, mine to consume. To lust me.
I came to you on your command
and for a moment we are one
before the tide is over and you pay me for my love
with sailors blood and a mere wreck
so now it is your turn to rule
and I, the sea, I must withdraw
to let you be for now, you’ve had your whore.
Hate me for my mist and damp, think that I am cruel,
but not for long or you will call me back
for more. As you, my lover, are the shore.
entry for bluebellbooks short story slam week 9~~~~~~