his sin, she saw,
given to the sea wall.
he, hers, clasped and blessed,
clasped and blessed.
some such, the sea saw.

he, her spool,
found strongly tall.
she did, his awl,
to unrest, draw.

the nip of her chin
tucked in
and nuzzled
the small of his back, this small,
as a chill wind
bristled her,
bristled her shawl.

when the waves rocked
causing her shawl to free,
all she, saw he,
but thought
her sins yet small,
yet grabbed for,
clasped for, blessed be.

his craving eyes
drained
and filled
with a vision, this lovely,
as the sea spray
wetted him,
wetted his cloak.

when the wild waves knocked,
causing his cloak to part,
his awl, she saw,
but thought the point yet dull,
yet clasped for, grasped for, blessed be.
there, within view of the wall,
the seas do rise and fall
in some such sumptuous way.