Our Connection

The ocean breathes like a proud mother,
Whose expansive breast,
Suckles the thirsty beach.

Her white fingers leap out,
And coldly tickle the hairs on my chest,
Welcoming me into her vibrant folds.

She is playful and innocent,
Though her power over me,
Is immense.

She could drown me
In her waving arms,
If she so chose.

I pray her mood holds,
So that her beauty lasts,
And our connection,
Remains constant.