Like so many before,
sure that you will resist
when the tide draws high

Once across the line,
too deep the swells
and how quickly resolve weakens
in the face of desire

It isn’t wine that you are drinking whilst they prey like dancers, on your unique brand of insecurity as you give yourself over now oh so willingly as if to say ‘I am no more than what you tell me that I am or that you want me to be’

Until you are drained of all that is you, and left floating beside your potential

When they call, and they will, simply turn left and head toward the shore on the higher ground

The view there is quite lovely