deep blue—
you
teem
beneath me;
slip
out from under
my feet…
rush
between
my legs...
you
hold me,
watery womb,
and I
am weightless
in your arms.
moon pulls
and
curve
of earth
bends me...
I have not
crustacean legs
nor fin and gill
to traverse
your terrain;
yet,
you feel
like home.
I try
to hold
on to you
after splashy
dismount;
but
always
you
slip
through
my fingers.