pulled down to the depths
wanting to gasp
and cry
fronds of kelp
caress and wind about him.
The silken waters
warmly embrace
his every movement.
He nearly gives
into the rhythm
into the deep motion
into the ancient dance
Until her mouth pushes
hard against him
opening him to her
like a barnacle
as her air fills his lungs:
breathe.
So too is love like the sea.
The waves breaking over shore, pulled higher and higher by the tide.
The placid stillness of the sea far from land on a windless day
The raging storms of upheaval and loss.
The endless depths of commitment and pleasure.
she closes her eyes
and in her mind
sinking into music
she sees him
sitting quietly before the screen
its glow illuminating him
she thinks for a moment
how she prefers fire
and then like a candle
snuffing into smoke
bends to kiss his forehead
and then rests her cheek there
for just a moment
and breathes
and breathes
and breathes.