voyage unleashed & sails flapping
you billowed the curtains
you soaked the sheets
& set sail my exquisite yearning
slow ancient underwater movements
distort old sorrow & new hope so profoundly
dumb love holds its breath
when nipples are bitten, lips swollen, & belly taut
i swam drunk in your churning current
swilled your potent beauty foolishly
dove heroically down to your coolest depths
& drowned in your shadowy tenderness
sails torn & rigging cracked & rudder bent
i woke shivering & alone on the noontide shore
unclenched my waterlogged fist to stare at
the cherished gem, proof, plunder
but your heart vanished & all I held was a tiny dark stone
plucked blindly from the bottom of the ocean
now i roam the lonely black sea longing for lost treasure
& even night itself feels forsaken for ever having embraced you
….
© rhon drinkwater 2008
A butch gives the heart so rarely and so carefully - many never see the depth, the fire, or the pain. thank you for giving it words - I am sorry for your grief. It reminds me to go and find and hug and love my butch - as I don’t think I show often enough that I know what it costs to love me and to trust me; or how much that knowledge moves me.