I saw you dripping wet in my mind. Surrounded by waters I was too afraid to wade in.
Currents, turning tides, pulling my hips into you.
The moon sat over directing this madness. The arch and pull, of backs and skin, waves and water.
This is gravity.
I’ve never wanted to pull something into me as the moon does. And as l arch my back and close my eyes.... I understand the universe for a second.
I saw it all dripping wet.