i am waiting for a man on a beach '98

i am waiting for a man on a beach
I've been told to meet him here
a friend has arranged it all
perhaps he's all i need
for happiness

the waves are tall and round
they break but don't recede
a living painting of the sea
they hang

suddenly the picture frees
and i am to my waist
the body of the man i've waited for
is washed ashore

he is muscular and black
his hair is in a mohawk and
he lies motionless and naked
on the sand

i rush to him but don't know what to do
it doesn't matter though; he's still alive
i am flooded with relief
he tells me he went swimming
just to pass the time
a tide took him far beyond the pier
he wisely chose to give in to its pull
and save his strength to make it back to shore
but the tide brought him past the point
where he thought he could make it back from
he had fallen asleep while swimming back to shore