along the curve

dipping down below the water,
resurfacing just in time
to see you shine

in the bloody glow
of the setting sun,
rivulets run

along the curve
of your dark skin
as you turn to me
and call out again

that the tide is coming in
it's time to move our things,
build a fire and settle in

I hear you but I'm not really
listening, immersed again
but this time in the dream

I am burning alive in your
liquid heat, the depths
of your eyes

the last undiscovered
reach, they devour me
and I drown willingly

fallen beneath the surface
on the riptide borne away,
will you search frantically

when you see that I am gone

lost in the waves
in the brief moment
you had turned away