Sea, she is here:
tendrils
gently waving
across her back,
ripples around
twin indentations.
See, she calls you:
beckons
as she inches closer,
then retreats,
taking with her what you
did not want to give.
See, feel her power,
watch her
grow dark and angry,
furiously violent,
ripping away
all you thought was firm.
See, let her soothe you,
rocking you
as your own mother did,
shhhhhh...
cradling you
in her arms
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