My Sweet Cerulean

 

into the waters of you, my sweet cerulean–

if you were but a trickle,

I’d suckle

every

drip

you

offered

letting

the drops

settle

on the tip

of my tongue

and then

swallow you

down

slowly

taking you in

one

m o l e c u l e

at

a

time

 

if you were but a splash in a well

I’d slip in

your stone cell

swirling and twirling

in your drinkable spell

sinking myself

into your murkiest of depths

I’d happily swim

in your darkness

if you were only but a splash in a well

 

a pond,

a lake,

a channel,

a strait–

the heat, the cool, the wakes, the narrow

even hot springs–I can take, my darling

to merrily stream my way through

every crevice that you

poured yourself into

would wet

my wildest of dreams

and keep me smiling, for always

 

on days your salty tears

formed estuaries

I’d gently wade

into the flora and fauna

that protected you

wrapping myself

like a blade of grass

bending and rocking

softly in the nursery of your sea

 

your waves, your waves

could carry me adrift

or crash me off cliffs

and I would ride each riff,

each swell, every crest

lapping you up

as you slapped the shore

with yourself

 

there is no ocean of you

that is too choppy

for me to swim through

no depth

I couldn’t

dive

down

into

coast to coast

I’d roam the beach

eternally engrossed

reaching

for every chance

I could be

washed out

into your undertow of truth and reality

 

and when you finally retire

to more tepid waters, my darling

I’ll lay in your languid lagoon

swooning, nakedly

floating, quietly

whispering

how I feel you inside every part of me

like a temperate bath

drawn only for me

petals of your warmth

engulfing me

in your river of paradise

~only you

could entice me

to never stand

on dry land, again~

 

into the abyss of you, my sweet cerulean

as I wade into your waters of blue

I blink, I sink into you

I’m falling, I’m falling

I’m crashing, my darling

my sweet cerulean, ceaselessly I swim

into your waters, your waters of blue