like water
green tendrils of seaweed tug me down, I struggle
against intoxicating scent, it fills
my dreams, drowning, air bubbles escape, my mind drifts
along the shore at twilight, waves hit rocks and I stumble on sand
siren-like, it promises decadent joy
living in a desert, you tend to fantasize as
the throat gets raspy & breathing is painful
so heavy you can float in it, but cannot hold it in your hands
in a glass it seems so clear, but in a mass, impenetrable murk
when the light is fading, the sky slightly cloudy,
wind whipping through my hair, salty wet spray in the air
I cannot imagine another way, I feel electric
and yet as a concept it is terrifying, to have so much of it
the undertow, the large creatures, the obscene vastness of it all
sweet torment, i shall not swim