The Sea

Our words swirl and entangle us in webs of brutal honesty and things left unsaid. We talk and talk and talk about nothing, the void between us growing wider and wider as I sift through my mind to find things acceptable to say. you mentally turn my face and look into my eyes, probing deep inside while i rip you apart from limb to limb, still not finding whatever I’m looking for. you are my question, my answer, filling me as you leave me empty, lost, drifting in this overwhelming sea, your sea. We reach the peak of our work out. I fire off questions as you rapidly burn mental calories one, by, one, unraveling and unraveling the layers to your own consciousness. Once you get going, you cannot be stopped, so I curl up and watch you blaze by all magnificence and splendor. I see you pause and glance aside – see her face and stop. As you take in her eyes her smile her wit her looks her laugh you start to sink, weighed down by an ever-increasing love and you drown in this overwhelming sea, her sea. We’re at the point where there’s not much more to say, we lay bare before each other, totally exposed, no mystery at all. And yet you still call, night after night, without fail. And still I answer, knowing it’s you, and knowing that at the final click you’ll leave feeling happy and released, and I’ll feel like this – tight and empty, still swimming towards that unreachable goal just beyond the surface of this overwhelming sea, my sea.