Playing with the edge of the world

Creamy lace of broken waves
licking my ankles,
salt slapping skin
sea sound floods my ears

No sirens need seduce
I edge into the surf

The danger,
the tug is not the undertow

The danger is the desire
crossing the littoral
the line of seaweed and driftwood
boundary to the world of tides

Crossing, wade in to my waist
salt water embrace,
boundary between my body
and the sea
breaking with the waves
cross over, seduced,
captive to the tides.