1/3/2017 A poem about self and love and the freedom of drowning.
I am here to catch your words.
I will eat them as my daily bread.
Take you into me, I shall.
A part but one.
Each of us cursed
with this honour,
each of us blessed
with this burden.
My mind is too often
a haze of this,
of you and I.
I am swimming in it
while you sink and flounder.
I told you once that I do not like the sea...
it is only for looking at.
Maybe to listen to.
It is not for me to bathe in.
How did I become so immersed?
I dive down into the ether,
into this unfathomable possibility
and I surface, breathless and triumphant
with a fistful of your phrases
and a glimmer of your smile on my face.
Perhaps I will find myself down there
in the depths of this whatever.
I once had such a firm grasp of me.