She is the foam of the sea
Untouched and innocent
Smooth dancing on the waves
Every so slight movement making her seem vulnerable
But still in the most dominant way

She is slim so she can fit into the distance between his fingertips when he spreads his arms to beg for her
She is drowning him
He is inferior

He is the travelling wave
Never loosing his feeling of rythm
Playing the same song every day
Dancing to it
Looking for his perfect match

I am the puzzled Sand
Sticking to everything but nowhere wanted
Uneven, rough and misshaped
An offence to every coast
I am out of place

He is an unfinished artwork
Beautiful look of imperfection
A clear water beast
Rising explosive and
Settleing gentle
She loves the song he sings
It's like he is singing to her
The foam clings so good to the shifting water

And together they create
The perfect sea
Every edge uncurling
The unremarkable sand in their way

But with every dance they dance in union
Parts of me are teared apart
And send to every cardinal direction
By the fair-minded elements
Until nothing of the sand remains

So the sea is eventually merged
Joyfull dancing and singing
The song of freedom and affection

She is the foam of the sea
and he is the travelling wave

I am washed away