In the spirit of the wet weather, here's an old-school poem from 1999.
“Above Water”
I love to be
Gasping for breath
And clinging to you
Once again saved from the brink
Of drowning in your soul.
“Try to keep your head above water,” you tease.
When all I want to do
Is duck under your gaze
And swim into your very heart.
To plunge through our love
And feel the exhilaration of it
Against my skin, tiny bubbles of life giving air.
To drown in you
Would be better
Than to swim safely without you.
I love to be
Gasping for breath
And clinging to you
Once again saved from the brink
Of drowning in your soul.
“Try to keep your head above water,” you tease.
When all I want to do
Is duck under your gaze
And swim into your very heart.
To plunge through our love
And feel the exhilaration of it
Against my skin, tiny bubbles of life giving air.
To drown in you
Would be better
Than to swim safely without you.
I have been trying to write something creative lately, to no avail. Rereading my old work seemed like a good idea when I started doing it but by the time I got to the end of the poems that I have on our hard drive, my attitude was more defeatest than anything. It's hard to get back into the swing of it!
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