I will slip inside
your ***** box spring dreams
on a lulling currents sway
to **** you softly
with one mental touch of
windswept breath on cheek
Erode your yellow corn
with unforgiving force
and carry you offshore for good
to tow you out and hold
you down upon my cusps in gusts
of frenzied wind
Drown your woolen waist
between my seaweed legs
so you can taste
their deep Pacific brine
so blue, so wide
I am some winsome
apparition of your mind come to
abandon you adrift without one
single safe word you can use

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2015