Reflection in the waters, portraying an image of ecstasy

As I take each step, I feel the chilliness move through my body

No turning around, the mist sprayed onto my body as if it were perfume

I go faster and the waters hold onto the train of my white, silky,nightshirt

Dancing in the waves like I have no care, eyes wide open, the vision is too good to be true

I float gently and the vast waters exude serenity, touching my skin like velvet

My wet hair clings to my face,  I never want this  feeling to end.

Then there’s a sudden pull on me, taking me further and further

The waves have gotten stronger but I’m not troubled,

                They toss me and batter me but the connection between us has been forged

I can’t help it; if it’s bad then it feels good

I feel the rush, I feel the need

Running right into it, a sense of jamais vu

Calm or raging, I’ll dive deep

Because this ocean is my haven.

I embrace the tides and the surging waves, pleasure found in this addiction

Whooshing waters carry me away and barricade me from escape

I am a water goddess, I think to myself as the waters reach towards my nape.

19 thoughts on “ADDICTION

  1. I love the phrase ‘My wet hair clings to my face’.
    It sits so beautifully against the serenity of the previous line because it agitates it just so slightly. It’s a lovely, balanced intrusion of something slightly desperate, sinister or troubled.


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