The sea the sea,
its heartbeat on the shore
soothes me so.
Each day when I enter her,
she is silk on my skin,
silk!
The sea from whom I come,
she from whom I am made.
Her salt
holds the salty sea within me
afloat on her surface.
No effort from me.
No resistance.
I lie upon the sea
like a bed I have always known.
My skin, a clever device,
the thinnest of paper
to shape the watery depths of me,
disappears.
I go home to the sea.
All of me
surrenders
to the sea, the sea.
by Susa Silvermarie
http://www.susasilvermarie.com
