Love by the sea shore- 2: Longing on the other side

He swept over the barren sand, constant in his motions,
At the command of the Mighty Sea by day, answering to the King of the Night at night.

Each thrust, each push was nothing more than an Amen to the command thrust upon him,
And yet each time he wished he could break free,
Even if freedom came with a terrible price.
If only he pushes hard enough to reach her,
If only he could get to her this time,
Losing himself would be a small price to pay if it meant he could be a part of her forever.
Absorbed by his love for her, consumed in his longing, would it be ever so bad, if his end came in her embrace?

Unable to break the terrible curse set, he did what he could do best, he plotted and waited and plotted some more, until it was time for full moon's tide.

That one moment, that second of fulfillment, when he could caress her sweet body. Be hers truly hers, even if just for a moment.  
Committing to memory that shiver she felt, right before he left her, longing for more, always for more.

His sorrow unknown to her, she must think, surely she must, that he doesn't love her enough,
For surely if he did, he would not rush back so fast, leaving her with nothing but his frothy reminder, until next time.

Love by the sea shore - 1: Longing to belong

She waited calmly, even as she longed
For that one moment in that one night, when the full moon shined and shined ever so bright,
On her glittering, shimmering, shivering body.

At the command of the King of the Night, he came roaring, soaring, bright.
One moment each night, one night each month and twelve nights a year, when he was hers and she his own.

A moment's touch that left her moist and longing,
Leaving a bit of himself on her each time, like a kiss, a promise, for another moment, in another night.

The price she paid, was ever so great, for being the farthest grain of sand, so deeply in love with the frothy wave, in servitude of the Mighty Sea.