Poetry

Drifting

Posted on: 29 April 2021

Midsummer in Pórtugos, Spain

Scrambling half-naked
In the blistering mid-summer sun
Together
Holding hands
Laughing
We run and plunge playfully
Into the unknowable
Sea of intimacy

Rapidly slipping
Deeper and deeper

Grip loosening
Featherlight touch
Swiftly
Becomes nothing

You drift up
As I drop down

Into darkness

Where few venture
For fear of drowning
Alone

I hear your muffled voice
As you break through the surface

I won’t come up
Even for breath
For above
The tides push and pull
Our inner waters
Smashing weathered stories
Over rocky headlands
Until shattered

My descent
Draws me ever closer
To the comfort of my heartbeat
And the vastness of the ocean
Into which
I sink.

Drifting

Sam Lacey