A Shell on the Beach

The silence of the waves,
Sends happy chills down my spine.
A talk or two with my friend Jack,
Who warms me inside;
But yet I am still cold
And fragile on the outside.
I find peace, love, and
Then i grasp the moment.
I hold it well within
The trembling hands of morning.
The warmth of her body,
The bitter scent of vodka,
And the sweet taste of her lips,
This and more breathing life
Into this dead body.
I tremble with utter fear
As I embrace a new experience.
And in the next moments to pass--
--I smile--
For something has filled me,
Warmed my soul,
Held my body,
And protected me from the
Danger in the night's jagged mouth.
I sit, now praying for
These arms to never leave me.
I pray to be lifted away
From those perilous sharks,
The ones that await me
Beneath love's grasp.
I am but a shell on the beach.
Hold me with care,
For I am fragile.