The wind asks the sea

“Will you join me?”

with gentle kisses that form ripples

on her surface.

She demurs

thinks herself trapped

caught among her currents.

But he persists

“I am here,” he whispers

and kisses her again.

She rises to meet him

in great rolling swells

swayed

along his course east.

Her back arches in every wave

aching to be one

as they rush the shore.

There she breaks

shattered foam against the rocks

and he soars over woods of pine

and oak.