How long until love
starts to drown you?
Well, I feel I'm
wading in streams,
I bounded over puddles,
but I'm not yet deep enough
for it to flow too high
over feet, it's barely brushing ankles,
But I hear a surge rushing.
It's just there in the distance,
a weight in my stomach
and my heart blushing.
A feint feeling,
not yet given meaning.
And then it's up to the waist,
It becomes a part of your day,
every meal you taste
laced with layers
of its sweetness.
You paddle through,
loving the feeling,
without getting your hair wet
but still not completely letting
it wash over you yet.
Not letting your face
take full contact.
Are you too scared to let
the waves taste your tears?
Too fearful that the water
will turn away and leer?
I feel hands holding me under.
I gasp, but realising I can breathe
I feel free again at last.
And I start to feel the motion
of water
caressing me.
A lover stroking
every inch of my soul,
It flows across the mind,
It tickles skin that you so wanted to hide.
It smiles with a joy
that could outshine the sun.
That joy is infectious and
every part of my submerged being
and the fluid, become one.
I move with liquid precision.
No longer a being caught
in one position.
I can flow freely,
no rigidity, if this is drowning
then love wins,
I’m drowning in you.
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