Riptide

Float me up upon Her breath, never softer Her caresses
Gently bury me in the trough of Her presence.
Eyes above Her crest, the view to the beach so serene.

Hi, hi, hi!
Call the gulls/floats the moon/rolls Her tide
She is looming under me, unseen, to take me for a ride.

Scratch my surface, scuff my polish, rough and tumble me into the shore.
Salt on my tongue, sand in my teeth - I can’t get enough:
Will this memory keep as good as first this moment tasted?

I lose track of up and down, underneath, I’m wasted
But I beg her drag me out for more,
Burning lungs remind me I will drown to gasp this next so I snap free-

And I breathe air!
My eyes wide, I remember You are there:
I draw this desperate breath from You.

For now it seems that death was just a dream, the lustful wish of the Sandman's queen.

You have come for me and we are sealed together, under.
Do we hang enmeshed in this too dangerous embrace?
Or climb and claw the surface toward,

Will She wake, amused or jealous of your ruse to take her flesh reward?
One way or the other, welling up or choking down,
She will fight for what she owns,

You will hold my breath tonight,
Feel me splash against your skin;
And all the sound I hear will be your moans.