Of the Ocean

 

Water demands abandonment,

it can feel through movement,

the touch of a hand

that penetrates it’s mercury waves

which roll and sag and surge

the infinite possibilities.

 

Making love to you is one,

one wish, one drop

where all bits count,

where demand

rolls with desire

and feels with a force

the waves know intimately.

 

In the waves off of Jamaica,

I almost drowned.

Almost succumbed to a force

of picturesque bliss

where the heart is given a different rhythm

and all is gained and lost.

Making love to you was one.

 

But somehow I slipped

with the cunningness of a fish

brushing off mercury scales

that always leave a trail

of blue green.

But any fool knows,

the water never asks

and any fool knows

it takes everything.

Making love to you was another.



© Coleen T. Houlihan

Published in The Wilderness House Literary Review