Undertow

The waves hit the land
Shore after shore
Crashing, crawling -
craving, commisserating

Frothing bubbles bob for help
Time passes with each grain
Rolling, tumbling -
heaving, wheezing

When does the breath
Have a chance to sigh

Lips wet with hunger
Tongue seeking its cherry
Thirst met but never quenched
The air trembles in its wait

Perhaps it's calmer where it settles
On the ocean floor