The Edge of Being
She flirted with the ocean
Standing on the rocks
Daring it to dress her
With its beauty
Take her completely
Into its arms
And hold her down
Until she could breathe
No more
She teased and begged
For the attention
Wishing to surrender
To its power
Her lover not receptive
On this dark broody night
The velvet sky pushed
Back the curtain of clouds
And the wind halted
The angry ocean
Slowed its breath
And whispered softly
To her
Do not tempt me anymore
I will not take you this night
You are using me
To dull your pain
I will wash it away
So you may live another day
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to DVerse Poets Bjorn’s Metaphor Challenge
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash