Bondage

When I am blind
to the ocean’s blue, the endless sky,
my darling will you cut
a length of turquoise cloth?

Bind it gently around my face, hair, head;
block out the light completely.

Then, lift a scallop shell to my lips
so I can taste the water’s brine.

Make me stand just so and lean
into the sound of breaking surf.

Unbutton my white linen dress
and guide me into the sea;
knee deep and shivering from a soaked hem
as spray plays upon bare skin.

If you wrap these limbs with love,
I will let you softly drag
my body along the horizon;

to help me understand
how definitely water meets air,
without a drift of apology
for it’s being there.