Sequel to Stress

The silken sea sings to me,

a siren-song to step into the surf.

Seduced by the soft sand sucking my toes,

I shall sink with a smile

into the surging swell,

somewhere safe from the surface-world:

a shelter from sullen skies

and a soulless, singeing sun.

Swathed in sweet saline,

secure from stinging storms,

such sublime submersion!

Do you suppose such a surplus of s-words supplies a strain sickening to sight and sense? Sorry for my silliness. It's a sign of my sanity slipping.