She turned on the charm today,
Flirting with every rock in reach
Raking her lacy fingers in light caresses along the storm breakers.
She was enticing, showing off her celadon frilly dress,
Feeding the hungry stares of heat starved visitors
Grazing a foot here, submerging toes there,
Prompting gasps of surprise and unexpected delight.
The Med put on a show, smiled and winked at the sky,
Waved at a sail floating by and teased wanderers plying the sand.
She played with wet slurping sounds on the fringes;
Swirled eddies like a girl twists her hair,
Then playfully flung salty drops at the piers
But sent sedate and coy ripples
In shallow spots where small children waded.
In a hiss,
A sucking of air,
Then a slap and a hush of silence
Before the dying whispers of a wave
And the arrival of another.
The Med was magical,
Primal, and eternal.