Velvet Tide [sonnet]
I thought it would be you beneath that stone
but when I turned it over it was me!
The only state that I have ever known:
Both drawn to and fazed by intimacy.
Everyman’s dilemma, a paradox
defined, is how to be absorbed in her
in body, heart and mind (with flowing locks)
while also defending his barrier.
She looks his way saying “Jump into my soul”.
There’s nothing more he wants to do than leap.
But, needing to maintain his cruise control,
he only ever wades in ankle-deep.
For countless years from this I tried to hide;
but now I’m drowning in your velvet tide.
© 2011, Alan Morrison
