I come to the ocean as to that of a lover
its warm wet embrace like that of no other
With a gentle tug it lulls me in
swirling around and tasting my skin
gently rocking me to and fro
ebbing away as I rise to go
Night breeze blowing on skin still wet
stoking a fire already set
Bare feet sifting through sand
guiding me home to my true loves hand
Ruby M Cunningham
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem