Drowning
by: Paul Raker, III
In the palm of your hand, you held me.
A great controlling force like the moon o'er the sea.
My tides rise and fall with your breath,
A breath never felt upon my skin.
My lips never touched yours.
My fingers never grazed the tops of your hand.
You were...untouchable and your light was bright
Like an angel, and I a mere mortal.
Unworthy of your presence, I laid there
Under the moon, by the sea of our emotions.
I watched you sleep and slept beside you.
Separated by only questions.
Looking for answers, I awoke alone
Your imprint in the sand barely visible.
I patiently awaited the next high tide
