About her tides...

About her tides....

She ,

controls the tides

how much love

he surfs on

the crest , her waves.

Depends!

Drawing on love:

she offers when empty,

retracting on full,

waiting motionless

when thinking,

all's still.

Awakening on a ripple

to emerge in any form

she'll have you

floating,

drowning,

dining within.

Be prepared

slipping through

your fingers wet

only her salty taste 

will remain, awash,

she's gone.