She Is The Sea

She has the most uncanny knack to stiffen my resolve, though never have I laid my glacial roving eyes upon her flesh, desirous it must be. I am reduced in opportunity, though not in size, as it responds to unheard whispers and to cosmic rays, and within just the blink, there is a wink a picture forms within his mind so clear that tissues swell, as if her heat were near. A dropp emerges now, a promised sentinel, it finds its way into the folds below; arise, the whispers come, they fly so high, a kindly wind serves as the carrier through fog enabling touch, the sparkling glitter, just inside. It does not list nor bend nor fall onto its knees, stalwart, a warrior homing in on secret sites, awash with foam, it is the sea's new rising tide a thousand bubbles dance with tenderness, their rites.