The Ocean
She moves closer and closer
Lapping at my toes
As I sit in the sand.
Then she recedes
While I lay here
Translating my feelings
Into the wet sand.
Reciting lines
And shaping mountains
Until she washes back in,
Erasing everything,
As she caresses my body
With gentle lapping waves
That leave me breathless.
Then she's gone again,
Leaving a blank beach
Ready to be shaped
By my hands...

*When's high tide?