This muddy river is beginning to seep into my nostrils. Wading along the current, I continue to float uncomfortably. I don't enjoy this murky water or the taste of dirt trickling down my throat, but I always end up allowing the ripples to take me on down.
This blood stream is beginning to eat away at my skin. Velvet red upon my ivory flesh is starting to put fear into my pupils. Bubbling at the surface upon my forearms, the pain pricks the hairs but never makes it to my chest. My heart is safe in the warmth you cast.
This gray lake is beginning to drown me in its vast darkness. The liquid appears clear up close, bouncing up and down my body. But once I look to find my feet, I can only sense them kicking.
This clear replenishment is beginning to take over my once boiling veins. Splashing into the humidity of my past, the droplets left a refreshing residue. Finally I found peace in your overtaking, gentle waves. Letting them flush the rocks, I basked in the hushing sounds of your waves that you created with your touch. Lifting my heavy soul with those cool blue eyes, I was lighter than a boat. Sailing within your waves, I felt home.
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