The sea gulls greet me
With open arms (or wings).
I’m too scared to step in
I’m already drowning
Over my head before
I even wet my toes,
The waves, moving
In and out
Washing over me,
Tender fingers touching me
If only in my imagination,
Dream-like in the sea mists
And still I do not advance,
Waiting for a touch I know
I would welcome
Yet later regret,
The feel of salt on my flesh
Along with the urgency
I knew it will inspire,
Long before I reach
That point of no return,
Riptide gripping me
As the sea kisses me
I am consumed
But love it
Just the same
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