Submerged Again
Violent wind.
Pushing in from the lake
Splaying my hair towards everywhere.
I have been looking down.
Hand on your arm
Tracing its own conversation.
Our bodies held unaware of their weight.
I looked up; the wind
Suddenly untying the tangled strands
Flushing it straight back up off my neck – stopping.
“Yes, that’s it.”
Your palm warms.
Full, flat against my check.
Turning my face towards yours.
My face turned into cornsilk
Silk, sweet lips slid across my mine
My hair streaming.
One wet, slick direction.
Underwater again.
Pushing in from the lake
Splaying my hair towards everywhere.
I have been looking down.
Hand on your arm
Tracing its own conversation.
Our bodies held unaware of their weight.
I looked up; the wind
Suddenly untying the tangled strands
Flushing it straight back up off my neck – stopping.
“Yes, that’s it.”
Your palm warms.
Full, flat against my check.
Turning my face towards yours.
My face turned into cornsilk
Silk, sweet lips slid across my mine
My hair streaming.
One wet, slick direction.
Underwater again.
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