There's something about the sea:
In feeling a force of nature,
So much stronger than yourself,
Surround you in its embrace.
There's something about the waves,
Their raw power,
Their cool, demanding strength.
And there's something about his hands,
His voice, his eyes.
The way his body pulls mine under,
Like waves,
Indomitable, forceful,
Alive.
And I'm floating.
I'm sinking.
I'm thrown around in the current.
In his arms: the sea;
The breath he steals
Then grants it back.
And I pray only
That the tide never subsides.