Magnets and an Ocean

Winter breast

Urging at the storm,

Crushes mist with moon shine.

Only spring shot floods

Smear over skin

Wind cries near ships

Swimming men love drunken music

Beauty robs languid heaving blows of excellence.

I am gone.

I haven't posted in a while so I thought I'd start off with a poem. 

If you can guess what it is about I will give you a free cyber hug. If not, good. 

My hope is that years later when I'm dead and famous scholars will ask their students, "What did this mean??" 

And they will have no clue. And just a hint, it's not about the ocean...