In the blue, underneath.

I drift in an azure blue sea.
Underneath,
A moody beauty,
Wanting too much.
Branching fingers,
That sprawl,
Moving,
Dividing me.
Kelp and seaweed,
Grabbing hold,
With their extremities,
Both wrapping around tight,
Draping across,
Pulling me.
Prisoner to their kisses and strokes,
Trapped, but not.

I want to be here.
Peeks of the night’s white glow,
Casting down while,
Entangled by,
The tentacles of two that grab,
And hold.
The colors of an evening,
Portugal sky,
But from the underside of tides,
As they rise and fold.
The sounds of water,
Inhaling and ingesting only me,
During emotions,
Of rippling, piercing delights.
All my chills immersed,
In an embracing warmth tonight.

I float under to look up,
Unable to resist,
The grips of wet air,
Palms teasing me,
Leaves feeling me,
Then leaving me.
Feeling for a moment,
The openness of all or nothing,
And how all is fleeting,
But vast is nothing,
And how feeling in between,
Nothingness could be.

I return,
Because sirens will blare memories.
A pact,
To will you both to me,
Where the unknown is seen.
To be pressed against,
Tender waves,
And unforgiving rocks.
I drift towards,
Waiting,
Where I can only be,
Between,
You and him,
In the blue,
Underneath.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.