love’s a deep and glistening pool
with unknown bottom and cool surface
I could swim, tread water
or drown
I’m drowned…
my lungs full of water,
my heart, love,
my eyes glassed over
my body slowly, slowly slipping beneath the surface.
And as the sun disappears
gently beyond the silent pool’s horizon my body settles limply on a rocky floor
rolling, sliding, finally resting in the murk.
I am tied down by the weight of water,
pressed down by the weight of love,
and every molecule of H2O is a thought of you,
surrounding me, enclosing me, drowning me…
You know how, when you stare straight at the sun,
it scalds your retinas and lingers, glowing…
I’m blind for days after seeing you,
your face burning, glowing, lingering in my eyes
I’m deaf with you loud in my ears,
your taste fills my mouth,
your scent, my nose,
my fingers itch with the touch of you…
I wake up driving, or sitting,
even making love, I suddenly start up,
shaken from reverie, memories of you fading to magenta.
There’s a glorious insanity
in the lives we lead,
a quicksilver romance
compelling in its movement
impossible to hold
bright and fluid between us…
I am mirrored in that undulating surface,
certainly distorted,
and yet ever new, changing second to second,
as unrecognized perspectives shimmer,
and familiar features shift.
In our eyes, the flame
dancing in the wind,
is whipped to a frenzy in your touch…
and smoothly burns to embers as we part…
never quenched, never consumed,
warming us in afterglow,
ready to singe us when we step too close…
love burns, and flows, and shimmers and glows
and drowns us in its seduction and danger
and feels so safe and natural and new.