Safe in Port

I took my heart to sea for you.

At dawn the humidity still caught the sun had already bounded up and breaking just to give us warmth. The lights were just peaking over the dark green hills stretching as far as our eyes could see.

The water rippled carefully, as if it was trying not to break like the feeling in my skin as it tingled; somehow cold despite the warm summer breath pushing me forward.

Upon the wooden boat that felt perfect unsure to rest in; like floating through a dream. Lifting each oar made the loudest sounds and I was as if were helpless passion; all for an ill-kept secret. All the little words I’d say shivered up and down my spine restlessly.

My poor poet mind wouldn’t sleep until after you. I was love-sick and horribly in-firmed with the heat of you; with the idea of you. I would make myself nauseously ill at the thought of losing you.

It could have taken forever or it could have taken seconds for my soaked and beautiful boat to reach the shore, tapping softly on its hand and hissing water sounds into the hill’s ears.

I felt myself fill with every sound and my veins cry out, wanting to burst and fill the dark water with the essence of you. I barely made it to shore.

And then I you were not there yet, but it would only be a small time before you’d join me in your careful, quiet way, in the anxious, in the wanting of you. Safe in port.