She was the ocean!

Her skin tasted of salt water,

tears that had fallen of a broken

heart

and the most heart-filled laughter—

neither more sad, nor happier,

both pouring of honesty

In her kiss was the whisper of a Siren.

Her hair tangled like waves

cascading down her back,

pooling at her sides as she slept face down—

the gentle rise of her breath

could be seen in her back

like the curve of a ship’s sail,

that same ebb and flow

as pulled gracefully by the moon

She was a force that couldn’t be seen or heard;

undeniably powerful

yet illusive

Magic

She was a mystery, the same

as the depths

of the sea

held dances of lost ships,

tribes of creatures

and tales of drowned loves,

adventures never detailed

She clung to you like

sand in the crevices of your being,

lasting, but not enough to collect as your own.

She was the dream of escape,

of vastness,

of freedom

Look into her eyes and you look to where the sea

disappeared into the sky,

and listen closely enough

and her heart didn’t simply beat,

but roared as only water can

She was the ocean,

immense,

effortless,

a wonder—

and in her mystery

your own desires fell humble,

respectful,

at her shores

 Dia