12.25.2005 - undercurrent
undercurrent
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for a short while
she clung to me
in public and private places
i was her bouy
in a turbulent sea of faces
i don't know what
undercurrent
i was saving her from
as i floated effortlessly
on the surface
tied to my own
deep anchor
but i know when i failed her
she held me so tightly
and i wanted nothing more
then to be held
but that undercurrent
was too strong
and i felt my anchor
slipping
and she felt it too.
she cried in anguish
at the first sign
of my weakness
she screamed "Betrayal!"
and she raged and whipped
and frothed and gnashed
and then suddenly
she was wooden
and floated away
without a sound.
- for denise