Sunday, August 10, 2008

Safe Sex

And when the wave had passed, Tsunami strong,
another came, unbidden, fiercer still,
more vicious for its unexpected swell;
it caught me, sank me, swift. She sang a song,

a lullabye, last night. She held me from
behind, pressed up against my back, her breath
was humid on my skin. There, in the depths
of her embrace, and easy like the hum

of steady waves against my hull, I slept
while that rogue wave was building. Now the roar
of my own fading heartbeat's all I hear
beneath the silent, throbbing sea that swept

me up and drew me down. The deep sea cold
grows warm as I have less and less to hold.