Float Drift Sink.

I remember how I curled
around your breasts,
as if made for them.
Disappearing at your
shoulders as another layer of skin,
smooth as skipping stone.
I leap from your mind
to your heart.
It feels as if I’m just
breaking the surface
of your puddles and lakes.
I’m waiting for scuba gear
and clear sailing.
For the mist to clear.
For your jagged rocks
to erode.
To let you wash over me,
and shape me.
but as I drift downwards,
and rest on the bottom
of your delta,
I realize I must move
forward.
I am a passing stone
to you.
you move me with common
rocks.
I’ll see you around
the bend.