The Taste Of Salt

Waiting for you
Is like standing by the sea

Not because
At the sea
I wait for the waves
As they trundle towards me
And roll away
Leaving me stranded

Like you sometimes do

But because
You rise like the tide
Inevitably

And I am Canute

Touching you
Willing you
Ill-containing you

Your body arches
And you splay with pleasure
A crescendo rising like a wave
A gasp and an urgent grasp

Like the sea’s certain flood

I will taste you like I taste the sea
newtoboston newtoboston
31-35, M
Nov 30, 2012