It is dark and gloomy, the winds are up,
the sky is an ominous grey.
She stands alone on the shore,
the waves crashing at her knees.
As she stares out at the murky water
through tear filled eyes,
she shivers from the cold, in awe
of the communion she feels with this angry sea.
So much turmoil, but the creature she longs
for and fears seems to like it that way.
Fore he is a blood thirsty predator
and she his beguiled prey.
He is aware of her presence,
so aware of her needs.
Still he doesn’t come into the shallows.
Circling and circling just beyond her reach.
The whales cry out in the distance,
warning her of the menace----perhaps!
So aware of the danger but can’t walk away.
She knows he will come to her soon.
She knows he is watching
and her excitement flares.
“Take me with you,” she whispers
in to the cold night air.
And somewhere out in the deep
he muses over this unlikely liaison.
Now he knows he must devour her
to quell his all -consuming passions.