The Sea Beckons

Night envelopes the waves
and the safe, sandy, shore,
and each wave that plunders
as the tide comes in feels like
deep, shrouds offered with welcoming warm palms
and icy fingers:

                      "Come down with me!"
              The sea beckons.

I hold your hand
And let you linger only so near the water,

                   If you are kissed by its
                               Foamy Lips
                           I fear you will
                             Go Under.