She Is The Sea Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

She has the most uncanny knack
to stiffen my resolve, though never
have I laid my glacial roving eyes
upon her flesh, desirous it must be.
I am reduced in opportunity,
though not in size, as it responds
to unheard whispers and to cosmic rays,
and within just the blink, there is a wink
a picture forms within his mind so clear
that tissues swell, as if her heat were near.
A dropp emerges now, a promised sentinel,
it finds its way into the folds below;
arise, the whispers come, they fly so high,
a kindly wind serves as the carrier through fog
enabling touch, the sparkling glitter, just inside.
It does not list nor bend nor fall onto its knees,
stalwart, a warrior homing in on secret sites,
awash with foam, it is the sea's new rising tide
a thousand bubbles dance with tenderness, their rites.