we stood on the precipice
and it was a safe place between the white-hot, dry sand
and the omnipotent currents hidden beneath the breathing ocean,
and i grabbed your hand without thinking and i said let's swim,
let's do it,
what could go wrong,
if we both want this,
but you said no, there are Living Things in that water,
i said let's befriend them and you said
no,
we are powerless against the current,
and i said let's surrender to it and you said
No --
and you ****** your hand from my grasp but i held on until you told me that
you're not afraid,
you just hate the water