This poem is not about the Ocean.

My beloved ocean.
Your cold kiss stings my chapped lips,
but you and I both know
I will give myself to you,
regardless.

Violent, beloved ocean!
Keep me preserved in your salt and sand.

Disasterous waves.
You tell me stories in frantic morse code,
I understand little, but I can hear
shipwrecks and mermaids,
iceburgs, coral.

Beautiful, terrible ocean,
when my body is yours, hide me in seashells
which my children will collect from the shore.