A deep exhale brings me through the threshold of an open heart and as your blood courses through my gills
It is into the depths of my lower lobes that I am transcended
The sweet salty air of your skin envelopes me, carrying me in the wind as I watch myself float away as a forgotten and unsigned love letter
The reality that I know falls away and from darkness he appears over me and kisses my lips with an undertow of assurance
As I breathe I slowly evolve into something larger than myself
A fragmented seashell I am ground into eternity through the hourglass I fall
And am caught
On a tangent
To come so far and yet
To always be standing still is a talentless endeavor only perfected after years of practice
I delicately dangle feet first into the black abyss and feel nothing other than a tingle of familiarity
The fear is a comfortable home and I nestle myself against its rib cage and resonate with its heartbeat
He rocks me gently giving me everything I’ve needed and nothing at all
I brush him through my hair and taste him on my lips and the memory never fades
It only calls to something deeper that I am powerless against
This addiction that requires no will power and of me things that I will care to answer
Bring me back — hold me tight
I rock gently with the tide as the ebb and flow of an unbridled beast no one
dares call their own holds me in his palm and I purr
On my knees I await the arrival of this hand crafted gift and it is only here that I will find you
A man that belongs to no other place
A gift that has been molded for me for decades — to collide in a timeframe
that I didn’t even know was
. Ticking away
Each moment that crashes against the last
Chipping away at what once was
And here I am
I sit with this fiberglass fallacy
And listen to the sounds that roll from his tongue
With legs spread wide before you I beg to be filled with the pregnancy of glide
It is a lot to ask of you…this I know.
It is into the wild and unknown I step with one foot in front of the last.
One wooden strip is all I have to tight rope away the past.
It is with no fear or regrets
I let go
Careening into the arms of something so beautiful and raw that I wonder
The rest of the word crumbles away and all there is this tiny boat and one
lone survivor captained by a man with a beard that grew into a familiar pattern
Two paddles never could steer you wrong. Or left. Neither right.
Direction is only a sensation, but a propeller never could itch the same scratch could it?
It is with the final kiss that I bring myself to stand
To look away from the horizon with a full set of teeth
In one brief moment that will linger for eternity
My heart bursts and projectiles forth with admiration
The particles that I was crumble forth from my mouth
Mixing into the sand and salt that grinds me into existence
Where had I even been before this?