I watched as she,
The surf,
Giggled and gagged
Against sand’s constraints,
Playing dead on shore’s lap she lay eager
In wait,
And he, outwitted by deceit’s delight,
Allowed her company.
Then like a child at play,
She crashed and caved,
Swallowed, swilled and spat
him up.
She, Crowned in exultation,
She, Appeased by smug victory,
Arched and moaned and sighed.
She, with a smile that dripped sweet nothings
Left him smooth,
Polished to glint and gleam.
Yet, She, upon returning home,
As most guilty lovers do,
Finally lay still to sound of her lover.
I watched,
as she,
sunk to the cries of the Sun,
uttered soft apology.
Though, that too, like such lies often are,
Was drowned by her beloved’s glare,
And for all she had done,
Blue was burnt scarlet,
as the surf was set ablaze.
