Each fragmented lightening second stunning my skin,
The waves break over me,
And your salt in my wounds brings me back to life
With a short sharp sting,
Waist deep and still walking away from shore
Blue-green tugging at my skin,
Muscles spasm in uncontrollable frozen fits,
I await your rip current.
Out of my depth I
Twist in seabed ballet,
The relentless torrent of fresh sensation
Fills every pore with purity,
Endless word-waves crash against this bareness
Invading every part of my consciousness
Collapse against the buoyant life-fabric
Afloat... dehydrated... wearied,
But your salt in my wounds always brings me back to life
With that sweet sting of impulse
That writhes under my skin as though drowning,
And I am forever out of my depth in you.
Author notes
The sea is a double metaphor interchangeably representing both love (as the concept) and the lover. The tone is meant to be generally positive but with multiple emotions being presented. The image of 'the salt' in 'the wound' is taken in the context of salt being an antiseptic/cleanser, again a positive image. Oh, and the 'shore' is representing the beginning of a relationship or perhaps life, something like that.
There... my strange explanation for my strange burble.
...2 years...
Please tell me what you think
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wow...love it, I love all the imagery, your AN is interesting, lol, I love that kind of thing, at first glance a write can appear very "on the surface" until a person takes the time to really *read* and understand
Thanks for sharing this,
Luck.
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