Salt Therapy

I watch yonder wave
catch hold of the shore.
It caresses my ankles
and nips at my thighs,
covers that part of me
that no one can touch.
It is a cool balm
for futile passion.
My mind settles
into its briny hold,
logy and content.
One by one, my burdens
succumb to the deep.
One by one, my cares
drift down to the deep.