Deep-six
The depths of your white swirling sea
are fathomless;
beneath your skin –
muscle, bone,
a muffled consequence
hidden in darker waters.
Riding the waves of your hips –
an undulating lullaby,
back and forth…
hypnotic.
You pull me under,
open-eyed and wild
with lunar intoxication;
our bodies swelling
along the same current.
I am drowning at the edge of release.
I open my mouth to scream,
swallowing your stream –
throat open.
I could go deeper,
lose sight of the light above –
evolve and morph
into something that can live
beneath your mirrored waters…
a distorted, moving reflection
that isn’t quite you –
but isn’t quite me.
(This one was written to the one word writing prompt: Deep-six. I get my writing prompts from lots of places, but this came from www.thewriteprompts.com.)
