Like a mighty conqueror he rises and explodes, majestic, electrifying, wrecking havoc; and then recedes with calm dignity, undisputed master.

I yearn to drown in the throes of his brutal passion and unbridled life.

Instead I stand, alone in my knowledge – the sea is not my lover, for he does not hurt me.

In response to the Three Line Tales, Week 93 challenge, based on a photo by Alex Iby via Unsplash

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