Girl Yearning By A Rock Pool

Come, come, with your tide,
come melting waves and fill
this waiting rock pool.
In the still heat of early evening
rip this clinging seaweed from its shiny bed,
let drink the gasping sea anemone and
gaping muscle and
all manner of wanton thing.
Soft as spring, leap in,
teasing, lapping, foaming.
Redeem the glistening womb!
Come mighty sea, hurry!
She is starving for want
of your watery embrace.