Late Afternoon by the Sea

The ocean offered herself in a warmth
of waves, rushing over my salty skin while I lay
resting, as a breeze gently whispers to me.
A clap of her hands and the insistent clang
of a buoy rouse me from my slumber
as if to remind me she is here, under
a silver shine of sun and glistening sand.
She invites me to swim her swirling heartbeat,
To dip my hands into the curl of her waves
and give her memories of me to save.
As I turn to leave in a crunch, a crunch
of sand under my sunburned feet,
Her high tide rushes in to wash the green dune grass
and show me her tide passed.