Palpitating

Shiver of sea

Sparkling splinter of

Numinous ocean

Gifted personality

The Great Green

Divested of all terror

Its playfulness distilled to

Living livery of wave

I return new-born

With Dawn’s

Rose fingered bloom

To find you

Hoping you will

Humour me

(It is you who decides

whether we shall meet

In the scary deep)

Yearning to grasp you

On this moving

Merry-go-round

Of touching

Not touching

Today, will I see:

The smooth sleekit slip of

Curling curiosity

That makes me cry out loud with glee

(Like I am 5 years young again and

There is nothing but this!)

Your meanest of tricks could

Make a romp of otters blush

I can’t get enough of you; could hunt you forever

I pray we never catch you