Floating softly, light as
air in tepid water so dark
There is something draping
over me gently round in a celestial arc
Clinging, magnetised toward
my core once having found its mark.
What it is?
A length of flimsy cloth
or the finest silken sheet
Sliding like a live
creature around my slowly flailing arms and feet
Caressing my still body
with near imperceptible ripples fleet.
What is this?
Wrapping itself as if with
a slight but purposeful chill
Like a huge slithering
rope of sea kelp almost still
My torso covered in the
drape of a goddess on a Greek hill.
Again, what it is?
I am unafraid but aware of
the dark, wet, dangerous place
Bobbing to the surface now
and then a quick breath to chase
A calm ethereal feeling, no
palpable movement on my face
What’s happening?
The wetness moves, has no
strength, just to hold
My wrapping takes no
direction, just needs to me enfold
Barest of light, yet
transparent, darkening, luminous gold.
Don’t I resist?
A strange living material shifts in a gossamer
flirtation
Tenuous tendrils of satin
like a lover’s touch of brief duration
All resistance faded away
from a fearsome temptation.
Is there a question?
Low lit shimmering of a watery
dark creature appear
Imperceptible, disembodied
spirit faintly fear
Panic is not considered
just one curious yielding tear.
Why, what, where, when and
how?
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