Out of Time
by Laurel MOss
For a moment out of time
I was there with you
in that cave
Burying myself in darkness
the smell of the sea
sand on my back, in my hair
I burrowed into your dark depths
wild as the sea sound
the tide coming in
I remembered to breathe (you taught me well)
my friend
Viennese waltzes billowed past
fire and water, and the sea sizzled
and spent
It is quiet now
the cold water laps at my flames
the fire all but out
Still the sizzle remains and
the smell of the sea on your warm flesh
fierce kisses
and the sand still sticks to my back