The Deep

July 2010

Our love begins in the sunshine –

tastes and smells of the beach.

Emotions run fast like white horses.

We’re surfing above The Deep.

Plunging beneath the surface -

underwater, an altered view.

We’re swimming: eyes open, love swelling.

Limbs like wings we soar in the blue.

***

Our love is like the ocean -

beautiful, fathomless, deep.

There are storms that leave us stranded, apart,

but hidden treasures restoring our hearts.

This is our love to keep.

***

With young ones, the storms come,

tossing sweet romance aside.

Stranded alone on an island strange.

No way back, so strong the tide.

[whisper] No way back, so strong the tide.

Tide turns.  We find ourselves coming round at the water’s edge. Dredged up.  Hurting.  Skin torn by barnacled reefs.  Blinking in the unfamiliar daylight we are lifeless cast-aways.  Limbs heavy as iron on the sand.  Can’t move, so flattened by the ocean’s rage.  Subdued, but at least alive. 

Waves lap at the sides of our bodies.

Current building – stronger – faster!

Pulling our weight away from the sand.

Dragging us back to the open water.

***

Our love is like the ocean -

beautiful, fathomless deep.

There are storms that leave us stranded, apart,

but hidden treasures restoring our hearts.

This is our love to keep.

***

We drop suddenly, further and deeper
down to the depths, The Deep.

Deep down here the creatures are strange,

where daylight is out of reach.

Long, tendrilled faces, pulsating light, 

perverse to the people above.

Gelatin-bodied. Transluscent. Weird. 

This low-oxygen love.

Can’t return to the surface.
Can't return to the shore.
Have to keep plunging deeper and deeper,

and further than ever before.

Further than ever before.

***

Our love is like the ocean -

beautiful, fathomless, deep.

There are storms that leave us stranded, apart,

but hidden treasures restoring our hearts.

But this is our love to keep.