Passion In Waves

Passion, in waves,
washes over me.

And sometimes I'm a rock
and I feel the pounding surge
as they break over me
and their soft caress
as they withdraw

And sometimes I'm a sponge
and I am filled
with a sweet wetness
and pools of cresting foam
are what I breathe

And sometimes I'm floating
and being carried by the waves
closer to your shores
and bobbing up and down
through the days and nights.