I follow slow tides
with questioning glances and
furtive eyes.
This is what I do
when I dip below the surface
into invisible domains of blue.
Uncertainty belays, besets
dances sea-foam round my feet
tickles me with soft swishes.

Did you mean this to be?
did I mean
to leave my footprints backtracked
into squishy sand?
A storm brews
over the deep blue waves
and I worry my lip

watching.

You, intertwined with
me
a tumble of waves and skin
leaving me free-falling
off-balance
which way is up?
Deliciously
abandoning myself to you
a loss of equilibrium, becoming
freedom.

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