I've a fondness for the ocean and have set several books near the shore. This poem was written during a time when I was mourning the ocean and just wanted to escape to it.

I feel you.

Your silky softness laps
against my feet and swirls
around my toes.

I taste the sting
on my tongue, feel the grit
on my face, smell your biting salt
in the breeze.

I hear the constant roar
of your crashing fingers
as you calm the day
and bring the night, cool
and quiet and sweet.

I close my eyes and slide
along your satin tresses,
buoyant and free.

I see the sun just pink
slipping over your distant
gray horizon, splashing
color into the day.

I feel you,
so far away.

So close.