The spume that marked where we had been🧜‍♀️

( a Sonnet )
 
The motion of a wave that comes to shore
Like everytime you hover over me.
To have me sink in drift of ocean floor,
That draws me deep away far out to sea.
 
Entrust for all the while you take my breath,
Each of your lover’s vice [keep still my heart].
The stronger claim of time must be a death,
Each act we find it hard for us to part.
 
And yet we do, as day will come to pass,
And day will turn to night to be disguised.
The ebb & flow, the sound of current’s rasp,
To dive, you seek in spite the weight, and rise.
 
As dappled sunlight from the surface bends,
We’ll dip & meet as pods of dolphins send.