She returns again, looking for the sea,
looking, waiting, ever so patiently,
the tide of love slowly roles in,
with all its beauty and its sin.
Soothing warm water reaches her fingertips,
a taste of pure passion on her lips,
drenching her body as it comes ashore,
it whispers to her 'je suis l'amour'.
It kisses her breasts, and her eyes roll,
its lustful actions take their toll,
she bathes in the shallows where its safe to be,
and asks it to stay for eternity.
But the bright summers day,
soon fades away,
and the warm waters that took hold,
suddenly turn very cold.
Shes dragged out her depth, shaking with fright,
her cries for help echo in the night,
relentless waves come crashing down,
unable to swim she begins to drown.
Struggling for air and gasping for breath,
the fate that awaits her is far worse than death,
with a broken heart shes washed up ashore,
still searching for love, and craving it more.
Donna Elouise James
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-the-tide-of-love/
