At night in Buzios
Warm sea breeze comes ashore
Caressing . . . sultry breath of oceans.
Fishing boats rock gently on the dark horizon
Flashlights blinking in the distance from on board
As crews make ready for the coming day.
They call the sea Yemanja here
She is alive
A personality with changing moods that beckon those on land
The promise of adventure
Rolls within the sound of crashing waves
“D0 Do not forsake me
There is no good reason for a man to leave the sea
I’m everything you want
Your greatest love
Both life and death
All things between.”
Her implorations spill from arms that want to hold
Cool wet shadow slipping through the sand
Returning to drowned lovers.