Waves
Sometimes I am there,
hair standing on end, there...
In the moment
the breath of life swims in me
desires, swells, expands and lightens.
Ascend or be crushed-
searching the folds of the universe,
speaking with God,
warm wet and wandering-
through fiery alabaster skin.
sometimes head above water is all I need...
sometimes the thrill is just escaping the crest...
sometimes the thrill is having the weight of the wave take you
throw you
mame you
force you into foreign waters
fighting for your life-
you appreciate every breath.
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