I Let Myself Sink Into You

I let myself sink into you,

Taking deep dips,

Not letting myself float.

You kept the rhythm of ocean

Calm and said the waves

To come another day.

I got lost in the tranquility of

your arms,

Seeking an abode for eternity,

Reaching out in bliss.

Maybe If I could live here forever,

I would dance at a different pace,

guided by the warmth of your heart.

I see no lines seperating us,

Shutting down the little fragments of overthinking,

I place you close to my bosom,

Never to let you go.

Making all the falsities disappear,

I'm riveted by the hold of your hands,

the sheer joy on your face

At the movement of my eyelashes,

Making me fall all over again.

You asked me if you could join in my agony,

If you could make me think of

Things of joy,

Checking my pulse and it's

dramas,

You dived deep into me,

Untangling the mysterious cords,

that encircled me.

Breaking the rules and tripping over

the cords,

You moved fearlessly and hopefully,

Creating a new space,

For the waves to move peacefully,

Guided by the light that you hold

Again I let myself sink into you.

A. C

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