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She sits by the water’s edge, admiringly and longingly.
Covetously, she eyes the diamonds that dance upon the waves.
Wrapped in her own arms, she craves the sensation of its touch.
“Come closer,” it whispers. “Come closer, my sweet, for I cannot reach you.”
“But I cannot move,” she says.
“I’ll teach you,” is its promise.
She wanders towards the water’s edge, hesitantly and reverently.
She inhales the salty air and tiptoes, gingerly, into the cold water.
Testing her, teasing her, she feels the waves tickle at her goosefleshed feet.
“Join me,” it whispers. “Join me, my sweet, for I cannot feel you.”
“But I cannot swim,” she says.
“I’ll teach you,” is its promise.
Slowly she relaxes bit by bit and slips deeper into the surf.
She allows herself to be ensconced, delighting in the unfamiliar sensations.
She finds that she is no longer cold and she grows accustomed to the feeling.
“Submerge,” it whispers. “Submerge, my sweet, and let us become one.”
“But I cannot hold my breath,” she says.
“I’ll teach you,” is its promise.
She breathes in and slips her head under the dark surface of the water.
It is the silence she always desired, the quieting of her heart and mind.
Her eyes drink in the beauty of the depths below and she tentatively reaches out.
“Dive,” it whispers. “Dive, my sweet, and explore the treasures I offer.”
“But I cannot surrender,” she says.
“I’ll teach you,” is its promise.
And so she dives, deeper and deeper, her arms outstretched before her.
The fear in her heart falls away, succumbing to the waves.
And she realizes that at long last she is home.
“Love,” it whispers. “Love, my sweet, and you’ll receive it tenfold.”
“But you cannot love me forever,” she says.
“You’ll teach me,” is its promise.

© 2012, Rebecca Ash. All rights reserved.

Rebecca Ash (8 Posts)

Rebecca Ash is a freelance writer and poet. Her love affair with poetry began early, thanks to an overzealous English teacher who introduced her to the likes of Dickinson, Poe, Angelou, Frost, Whitman and Browning. She favors free verse, quatrain, lyric and pastoral though dabbles in many other forms of the art.


  1. Cher Duncombe

    A poem, a short story, the best part of a good novel, this poem has it all and more. Stellar, Rebecca!

    • Rebecca Ash (Author)

      Thanks, Cher!!!

  2. Larry Conley


    You have written funny; now you have written ethereal. What’s next – mystery, suspense, a steamy tale of consummated love?

    I cannot wait, but I will have to.


  3. Rebecca Ash (Author)

    LOL…I actually have erotica but don’t think it belongs on this venue. :)

  4. Garry Crystal

    This was a really great poem, very creative, and the rythmn between the two sounds like the ocean flowing back and forth onto the shore. I love this one, so good.

    • Rebecca Ash (Author)

      Thanks, Garry! I know my poetic stuff is quite a leap from my vintage Savage Lettuce fare! I like a balance between the deep and the deeply disturbed.

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