Under the surface
Under the film, foam
Is the sea washing rocks
Wearing them away, slowly
To trace a finger along the surface
Is to invite something:
Fear, resistance, or danger
Of acceptance and desire
Those of us who
Dip our hands within
To feel the temperature
Are not sure what to do
When it is fine
Mostly without desire
To disturb the water
Our own rocks weigh heavy
Disrupt, cause undercurrents
Wish to cause no harm
Only to know, be known
But the deep end, no matter
Temptation will swallow whole
Float dead or thrash
Struggle to get out
Only to beg to get back in
Water will have changed
No buoyancy left
Cast out on the rocks
Body broken heart
-Copyright C.M. Mounts, June 2018
