Seaside Reverie

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She missed him most at the shore.
How like the sea was their passion.
Her tide, too, had crashed in waves
but waves of thunderous heartbeats,
uncontrollable as an undertow
powerless in its grip.
Each crest highter than the last
building to a final peak
then slowly down again.
Undulating currents
coaxing, teasing her body
home again.
Waves of passion spent,
her low tide shadows not on sand
but here...
inside a memory.

Catherine Heck (CJ) - LBUA59A@Prodigy.com