She heard the water call her name,
As the bright moonbeams beckoned,
Telling her not to be afraid
On this night, as freedom calls.
Slipping off her layered garments,
She waded into the sensual waves.
Caressing, soothing, erasing the day.
Taking the pins from her hair,
She allowed the cascading glory
To fall beneath her waist
And trickled water from her swanlike neck.
This was all that she needed
To release her flared frustration,
To be as one with her ocean
Of pent up emotions.
As she turned and gazed at the shore,
She wondered, would anyone notice
Should she let the whalebone corsets drift
To a far distant land, where
Another fair slave to fashion
May find, and suffer as she.
Now, with resolute determination,
She let her hairpins slip from her fingers
And slowly returned, free in spirited
Being, and free, in lithesome body.

later