Oscillating currents toss me wildly—rough, rocky—leaving my head reeling with infatuation.
Oh, moon and sun, I’m earth bound.
Your gravitational pull causes the tide to swell washing me ashore covered with the moistness of your warmth and tenderness.
Ashore with clear senses, your love is my towel—drying the saltiness from my attitudinal crevices.
Hmmm, I’m beached.
© 2012, Nesi Writes