Coming Up For Air

Listen to my heart, 

after an extended drift, I surface

salt on my skin, sweet on my tongue, 

messy, committed.

Waves lapping the shore.

Coming Up For Air

Seduced in sweet sigh

for so long, Calypso heaves

Her from the warm wave.

A pause, a gasp, a beating

devoted drum, on the isle.

Lots of love,

olive