I have a lover like the sea;
he changes and washes
stretches wide and
smells delicious...
I have lover like the shores;
he's got June-like dunes
and softish sands
that stroke and lap your feet.
I have a lover like the breeze;
that warm breeze,
that draws you close with sticky skin,
cuddling you waist deep.
I have a lover like the depths;
his ever sinking empathy
drags you down,
down with understanding.
I have a lover like the spray;
fresh, sprite
surprising, quick
laughing and bright.


There are many aspects of the sea
that fit him well
the wild, the worldly, the universal and swell.
I am most thankful for one un-sea-like lover
in this one truth; an ocean can't be held.