Do this always,
touch me new.
Always do not
know exactly
what to do.
Meet me the way
the waves
meet the sand,
repeatedly
and unplanned.
Crash with me,
lap me, erode me,
reveal me,
rearrange me,
unmake me and make
me again.
Bring me treasures
you’ve kept hidden
wild in your depths.
Soften me. Smooth me.
Still me. Move me.
Take me where I’ve
never been. And take
me again, and then
take me again.
There is so much
left to weave.
Leave, but return,
and whatever you do,
do it new.
Good job on the rhyme. I think it adds to the relentless pounding of the ocean, lets the reader hear it in the background despite knowing the poem is about a relationship. And I think some of this is R rated (of course, I mean Rosemerry:-)