Clouds close in; thunder breaks.
We take shelter beneath the rock face,
stealing looks between sets of five foot waves.
Rain; cascading over the entrance of our cave;
has settled on the bridge of your nose.
Rock pools double in size,
ripple with the weight of the sky.
We leave no room for conversation.
The music of the ocean; a love song
on repeat;
Drowning regret and expectation.
I imagine lying back and floating on to the horizon.
Our limbs interlocked, forming a raft.
Our bodies seemingly weightless,
drifting with the current.
I'll cling to you and this moment; or else
be swept away with the tide.
To find such a person to write such beautiful poetry about is one of life's wonderful perks.
I have often felt that being swept away by the mere presence of someone special would be difficult to put to words...and yet you have accomplished with words what many of us can only imagine.
May I say, I am a little envious? May I say, the object of your poem is very lucky? Forgive me, but I guess the aforementioned questions have already been asked before permission was granted to ask them.
Each of us need to experience what you have written here at some point in our life...if for only but a moment.
Thanks you for sharing - and for taking me somewhere very special...
Submission Name: Freshwater
