Your corporate wardrobe titillates.
Challenges me to abandon -
invites you to swim with me '
in a sea wet with desire.
Throw off your hard shell,
your calm, controlled exterior
and reveal the let-go you.
The knot of your tie,
like seaweed trapping
the unaware swimmer,
restricting your neck -
choking. Stopping words
that reveal your heart.
Speech splinters jab at me
- stabbing me with purpose
pricking my memory of
a shipwrecked love
laid low in my sub-marine.
I want you to loosen your tie
with purpose, invite intimacy,
soul revelations as you
breast-stroke in deep water -
prove the want - the known need
to be swamped by passion.
The three-piece suit necessary
clothing - layers hiding¦
Providing warmth, weighing
where sun shafts can't penetrate
or offer paths of lighted guidance.
Relinquish your quintessence!
Allow this sensual drowning
- while arms cleave in swells
of touch, taste and heat -
liquid languishing laid naked
to my reciprocal need.
Dismiss the discipline
of habitual analysis?
Take off those polished shoes -
shake off the weight and surrender
to feelings incomprehensible
to the clever business brain.
Allow unknown, unrehearsed,
unrestrained actions -
releases of reason, to win.
I watch you purposely dive
our murky, bottomless depths.
Hands locked together, arms
pointed straight above your head
protecting - patiently proving
your commitment, your leap
with one compulsive breath
into our eventual eternity.
