on waves and shallows

i duck my head and allow the waves to wash over me.

emerging from the fog of days spent with breath held, mind racing through the tick tock of slumber. these old wounds resurface as scabs picked and peeled. i am fearful of repeatitions and regressions.

but the simple sunlight of clear sky eyes sweep over me just the same. feet first i slide into my subconcious and allow myself to drift downstream. carrying with me all that is not washed away; smooth skin and shining desire