Waves

Embodied pleasure takes me out in waves. It washes through my body like ripples in the beginning. Bubbles of joy that shimmer on my skin and in my thighs. 

And then the waves deepen. The current rises from some place beneath the lake. A deep throbbing and mysterious center that swirls with wordless black. And the waves begin to pull me farther and farther from the shore. Control becomes that tree on the shore in the distance, smaller and smaller still. Then gone. There is nothing to hold onto out here. There is only wave after wave of pleasure. Then terror for loosing sight of the shore. Then pleasure. Then terror…pleasure…

And then the gales arrive. I am lost forever. I do not breathe like a human out here. There is no need. The shore is not even a memory. There is only that eternal wave. The pulse that brought me here and will bring me home. Pull me into that molten center where I am reborn a thousand times. Where I cry out the names of God. All of them. Where I melt into everything.

It is the greatest surrender to trust, to love, to beauty to let yourself be drawn out beyond sight of the shore. Beyond control and reason. Into that glowing dark heartbeat fire of all.