My Lover

That billowy thrill of circumstance.
Dancing round the froth in sand.
Come hither from under, catch me if you can.
Yon dreaming gale in night and frail the sirens waving.
Or catch me if you can not she or he or man.
Ahh, but the deep she stands deep craving.

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