The Water Goddess

He stood atop the hill, watching down by the shore,
the waves walked past him, tempting his every tear,
the cyclical rush of the waves, the flash from the lighthouse,
drew into him, luring him closer.

he closed his eyes, let his chest fall over his feet
he ran down to the edge, tattooing the sand,
tiny minnows past through his toes, starfish up his legs,

there were two waves, meeting at one point,
they came together and crossed over each other,
this is where he stood, and this is where she was found,
as the sand held his feet, the water lifted,
beginning to fold into draping sheets,
as she began to fill her dress, her breasts crested the waves,
and the riptide of her hair pulled him closer

she whispered to him but he couldn’t hear it
she spoke again, and diamonds fell from her lips,
his naivety bent over to collect, and her finger grabbed his chin
she brought her lucid lips to his, for a moment of bliss,
momentarily, he passed through her,
and within moments the waves collapsed around him,
and there they stood, together as one