In This Sea

I stand close enough
to where the sea can reach

my feet,
breaking into white foam,

in a tug-of-war with the wind,
my shadow too

the waters disrupt,
burying my toes.

I look at you,
keeping watch

for your return,
aware of the strength of your pull

the power you have over me,
there in your eyes

that you coldly withdrew
while I wade farther

into the waters,
to follow you deeper.

Now, here you are swirling
around me,

confusing my thoughts,
my bearing, my balance.

You can bury me
with your tides, your waves

until I have no more space
to breathe

between your crests and troughs
that pulsate like my heart

in these waters,
in this sea.