Ocean Love

**This poem is called a 4 senses poem, in this poem I decided to describe a way of life, without the use of being able to see.This poem isn't really about the ocean, so see if you can figure out what i was getting at, there's more htan one answer.enjoy. **

The soft airy ocean
water, gropes my
nose; it's tongue
lapping against me.
It's dangerous,
confining,
binding,
assigning.
Here's where it defines,
draws the line.

Taking a heap
of death, I allow
it to take me.
The nippy cold
sensation, of the
frozen water numbs
my soul, clawing
at me. I've become
so lost, hopeless I
am, lonely am I.

Just a taste of the
water knocks me
cold. My skin turns
to wrinkled prunes,
my heart bitterly
soaked;
unconsciously
weighed down.

My eyes become
like glass, stilled
in time. As I struggle
for what I might
never know, a
swelling cascade
eats me and deposits
me on shore.

**enjoy!!!**

Lissa