She comes flooding, rushing, gushing in
-frothing and humming with life
She draws me in.
She calls me.
a leap here and a swirl of deep dark blue somewhere
I walk to her,
surrender myself to her,
swim in her,
and then drown in her.
I caress the cool but warm body
I snuggle in the blanket of comfort that she has become
I reach, but – Wait!
She’s going.
Receding.
Fading.
Wait! Stop! I grasp and fumble after her
Her water pulls back fast and unyielding
naked, I stand. Feeling the surge of emptiness that she’s left behind
There’s nothing to salvage
The grainy plane of sand left behind: the only painfully prickly sign of her absent presence
I look at her go
But as I do, my feet tingle.
My feet sink in the grainy plane as my toe wriggles in it
-the empty ‘scape now feels smooth beneath me
A new canvas perhaps?
But just as I bend down to touch it
Another wave hits me
Another wave– it floods me and my mind. it knocks me off
Uncontrollable but steady, dancing to her own beat and internal rhythm
Her: incessant change
All I can do is sway with it… in and out
in and out
in and out