Your lips are like smooth pebbles
Washed out and shining on the river bank
Their parting is like the freshness
Frothing on the surface of the ocean
Calling me for a cool dip or a warm plunge
Depending on whether it’s a sunny afternoon or a chilly night.
Your tongue is like the waves
Rolling over a deep endless sea
While mine is doing a breast- or backstroke.
A deluge of rhapsody floods over me
As if I am wearing my nerves and blood vessels
Like sleeves on my skin
We are en-fused
My brain in yours
Our individuality wrapped
We can’t be broken without hurting us.
We plunge deeply but have not washed away my fear
May God save our fate with the winds of grace
This gift of a tide so strong is hard to bear
Others have drowned under it, many without count
But may it fare us to destiny that’s fair, past our doubts.