I Wait for My Lover by the Shores of the Sea

I wait for my lover by the shores of the sea, in fair weather and foul, watching for the signs of her return. Let the lesser men settle for warmer women with their braids, bawling babies and the daily drudgery of settled life. She is the only one for me, wild and carefree as the sea, as mysterious as the ocean depths, as insistent as the tides.

I smile as she crests the shore, and run to meet her. Closing my eyes and shivering as I feel her tentacles wrap around my head.