The Ocean


Sometimes she would go to the ocean,
And she would splash in the water and hop over waves
And make sand castles and bury herself
And ecstasy would carry her from sand to sea.

Sometimes she would go to the ocean,
And she would bask in the warmth and let the sun kiss her back
And, after a while, her stomach too;
And sweet bliss would fill her 'till her skin was two shades darker.

But most times she would go to the ocean,
And stare out to the transient waves
And wonder what it was like to float around the world,
And see everything and belong to it all.

Most times she would go to the ocean,
And whisper pleas to the waves, asking them to consume her,
Or let her melt into the ocean and float along with it,
Or bring her back fulfillment when they next wandered the world.

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