Poetry Unraveled

Untamed, Bipolar, Beautiful

A caress of the oceans' breath.
The lull of her voice.
The gentle spray of her waves.
The scent of her sweet perfume wafting across the sand and tickling your nose ever so sweetly.
It's the calm before the storm.
The ocean may seduce you with her beauty, but she is a black widow.
She can be calm, collected, loving, and then as quickly as the flip of a coin, she can pull out her gun and fire!
Her arms can reach out and engulf you...strangle you...make you...disappear.
The allure of her beauty is a siren to those who gravitate to her.
I find such pleasure in her company.
I watch her as she swallows surfers whole and then spits them out as if summoning a warning of her fury.
I love her.
She is my sister and, I, hers.
I will always find my way back to her, and she welcomes me with an open presence.
She may find pleasure in being one with her bipolar nature, and I have no plans to change her.
I am her sister under the sun.
I embrace her characteristics.
She is the untamed beauty that nobody can resist.
She is...the Sea.