Tossed on the shore,
Ragged, bleeding,
Wound tightly in gauze like
A dead man preserved…
Strips of white flutter out, flapping,
Dancing on the sand - a waving white flag -

Surrender…it knows no bounds,
As the ocean pushes through, carving away
The coast…surrender,
A whisper stinging deeply, pulsing in
Rhythm with every indrawn breath -
You like it like that (no, you don’t have to say).

So there you have it, your foot pressing
Into the linen, trapping me there on the sand,
Breaching all defenses, all the walls of my soul
As if they were eggshells yearning to be shattered -
Shatter them you will,
As if it were your right…perhaps it is after all…

Dena L Moore
June 27, 2005