Swim and souce

You sea!
I resign myself to you
I guess what you mean.
I behold from the beach
your crooked inviting fingers,

I believe you refuse to go back
without feeling of me,
We must have a turn together.

I undress, hurry me
out of sight of the land.
Bathing in this pure, clear, salt water
is one of my best pleasures.

Slight shock of the
soothe of waves.
The sea is so soothing
Then a splendid
swim and souse in the surf.