Friday, October 10, 2008

She Comes to Me in Waves

She comes to me in waves
yet like the sea itself
Her salt is in me always.

She comes for me
Her body convulsing,
wanting my presence
inside of Her
as if I were really someone.

I know, at times,
She holds me at arm’s length
just to look at me,
I know She likes
to play the game of two

when She comes for me
like a wave of myself
I feel the crest
of this world
into Her.