Riptide

Your current drags me under

Caught in your riptide
I finally catch my breath.
Light on the horizon calms,
illuminating my epiphany.

You cling near the shore
in the safety of the shallows.
I free dive into the abyss
seeking the thrill of your depths.

Trapped in your tide’s ebb and flow
its deliberate push and pull
wanting to but not quite allowing
yourself to come ashore.

Water has its way of softening
distorting and dulling the shine
of long-coveted objects
which disintegrate upon surfacing.