There's an art to dodging riptides
-Toes against street cracks-
My body contorts to every push
Of water against my back.

In dancing streams that rule the streets,
My chest expands in lust.
Breathing, holding, sinking deep,
Equanimity in flowing rush

The way to dance with riptides
Is to kiss it on its cheek,
To feel not see in murky grey
Its grasp sweeping my feet.

My body twitches at every touch
Of water against my skin.
Then swiftly I leave its yearning pull,
And wait to start again.