Water

What I know of water is this--

You are my lover

wrapping your large hands around me

You are deep--

cold,

You take no pity.

Pull me into your belly

It is this lovemaking I want:
something wreckless
I don't break so easy.

Pull me down,

into your undertow
tangle me inside your salty roots.

Then push me up toward that perfect blue sky
Save me.

your soft liquid orgasm.

city of desire, Eric Zener