the ocean
24 Mar
This is what it was like for me, the first time.
the ocean
when I asked
what it was
like
to know a
woman
my dear one
replied
with infinite
wisdom,
“it is like
the ocean”
…..
and I
was
rolling and,
spinning and,
holding
the air
in my
lungs
so I would
not drown
eyes shut
but
mind open
under
and
over
and over
again
waves crashed
hard
and soft
on me.
and I
rode them
to
shore
floated
blissfully free
while tethered to
her.
clarity in
disorientation
the touch of
water
on my
skin
the feel of
heat
on her
breath
the sound of
desire
in
us
and all
around.
diving
and surfacing
above
and below
sounds and light
filtered
through want
and need
from far away
and from
right here
right.
here.
and right
now.
and then
she
touched me
there
there
right there
in that place
beneath the surface
and I gasped
and was
filled
with
rushing water
the power
of the current
taking me
places
I had
not yet been
but wanted
to stay.
I felt the
insatiable
pull of the
tides
gravity and rotation
legs
intertwined
hands
clasped
bodies
with no
spaces
in between.
I was
dizzy
because I
could not find
air
I tasted
salt
on her
skin
and I thought,
my soul
already
knows this
place
because
I am from
the
ocean.
I am
at home
in this
water
in this
sea
in the vast
emptiness
and fullness.
and softness
of these limbs
of this skin
of this moment
floating
weightless
but
falling
just
the
same.
And like the ocean
it was wise
and it was powerful
and it was beyond
my control
and it was strong
and it was gentle
and it was everything
and nothing.
It was
like
the
ocean.
This is what it was like for me, the first time.
the ocean
when I asked
what it was
like
to know a
woman
my dear one
replied
with infinite
wisdom,
“it is like
the ocean”
…..
and I
was
rolling and,
spinning and,
holding
the air
in my
lungs
so I would
not drown
eyes shut
but
mind open
under
and
over
and over
again
waves crashed
hard
and soft
on me.
and I
rode them
to
shore
floated
blissfully free
while tethered to
her.
clarity in
disorientation
the touch of
water
on my
skin
the feel of
heat
on her
breath
the sound of
desire
in
us
and all
around.
diving
and surfacing
above
and below
sounds and light
filtered
through want
and need
from far away
and from
right here
right.
here.
and right
now.
and then
she
touched me
there
there
right there
in that place
beneath the surface
and I gasped
and was
filled
with
rushing water
the power
of the current
taking me
places
I had
not yet been
but wanted
to stay.
I felt the
insatiable
pull of the
tides
gravity and rotation
legs
intertwined
hands
clasped
bodies
with no
spaces
in between.
I was
dizzy
because I
could not find
air
I tasted
salt
on her
skin
and I thought,
my soul
already
knows this
place
because
I am from
the
ocean.
I am
at home
in this
water
in this
sea
in the vast
emptiness
and fullness.
and softness
of these limbs
of this skin
of this moment
floating
weightless
but
falling
just
the
same.
And like the ocean
it was wise
and it was powerful
and it was beyond
my control
and it was strong
and it was gentle
and it was everything
and nothing.
It was
like
the
ocean.
That is just lovely — I have missed your posts.
Thank you.
lovely!
thank you
Wow…
a stunning piece of writing.
Beautiful imagery, Jen. I was awakened at age 49. I will never forget that night….
Inspiring. I’ve never thought of it like that before but it makes perfect sense.
thank you for the lovely poem.
it was like that, for me too.
Where have you been all this time?? It must be something good taking up your time…maybe you’ll write about it soon?
breathtaking…
j.