I am navigating a tunnel
of unchartered territory.
An established symbiotic pairing
outlined in uncertainty;
I’ve seen it before.
Complete immersion underwater.
Unable to breathe, inhaling only
gentle touches and three powerful words.
A string is pulled in the wrong direction,
a storm creates an unwelcome current,
causing trust to evaporate
like water over heat.
For now I will enjoy
the precipitation of bliss,
the downpour of risk,
and the utter flood of a lack of control
that makes it worth it.