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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