Spirit of water wash over me
and with each returning sigh
lift me, drift me further
from my fears;
balance me deftly in your salty
arms; spin me,
spin me round
and round again, a languid,
lazy,
drifting curl.
Cleanse the twisting, burning words
from my over-furnished mind; scour
my guilt as we tumble together,
woman and water
and water and woman;
float me to
and fro
and to;
wrap my weary limbs with weed;
lead me home.
Little by little
strand me on the silver sand;
rock me,
lap on watery lap,
slip,
slap,
slip,
sleep.
Lovely dear. Words flow eloquently, something from a fairy tale or book of poetry to never be put down.