She

She crashes into me, chaotic and cold.

Her grip hostile, until she unclasps and retreats, her anger seemingly gone like her hold.

She will return with an army of waves that will crash and nip with frigid teeth--at my ankles.

I smile down at her lovingly.

Strange but assuring, in too many ways.

She reminds me of a different place but entrigues me the same.

My love, my ocean, she is the same water that brought happiness in the darkest of days.