The Lake
Happy tears raining on my skin
like tropical blue waters flowing over me
My parched flesh drinks the moisture of your touch
and I am engulfed in the waters of you
My reflection floats in your blue pools
your chest becomes my life raft lest I drown
and I embrace you with the passions of a floundering swimmer
In this endless whirlpool you have found me
spinning down that wet funnel
and without looking for a safer way
you flung yourself into my life
and held my hand
never the dominating savior
but a rock of equilibrium
letting me find my own way in the rapids
My way
like the salmon
upstream
to the calm, cool, still lake
that is you
January 2, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen
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