Omission Of Words

Salt water washes over me
The first swim in the Atlantic
Feels like god reaching into my soul
Separating it from my ego
Letting go of the discomfort – deep breath
My heart involuntarily skips a beat
Stones thrown across a low tide pool
The ripples vibrate within each bounce
Full of passion and angst – distant shores unknown
Touching a nerve baptism underwater rush
Off in the distance cloaked in a beach towel
– palm trees and surfboards
Deception hides in the undertow
Truth is not the silence or omission of words
My love slips into the waves of a shifting tide

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