Undertow

At first, the sublime taste 

Of waves of affection kiss me

Glimmering, your waves

Show mesmerizing beauty.

I play along, swim to and fro,

Nothing felt this fresh before

Not ever desiring to go.

And leave your waters for the shore.

After a time, I get lightheaded

Dizzy, spinning, waterlogged.

Some people say this part is dreaded

I know now it is just a short fog.

It sits upon your ocean

Perched, a gull on the mast

Only with intense devotion

Can one through this whirlpool pass.

Some consider me crazy

They say these tides just will not flow.

They do not consider that just maybe

It’s better to be caught in the undertow.