Thalassa

Thalassa, the Greek name of the sea has the rustle of foamy waves in it.

In my half-century life, there have only been 4 years without the sea. I could not go on without feeling the sand under my toes, without the taste of salty drops or the song of the breeze. The beach is waiting for my footprints and shells whisper my name. The waves still remember the shape of my body and my skin is reminiscent of the summer carress.

Once he wrote my name in the sand and no wave dared erase it. Once I forgave his sins and let him sew the pieces of my broken heart back together.His lovely locks are gone and he has salt in his hair but his tongue still sings to my naked soul.

 I love him with a love as eternal as the sea, calm or stormy, clear or entangled in fears.