The Waves

Our love is not that of quiet still waters or peaceful bubbling streams.
No, it is not the stuff of fairy tales or young schoolgirl dreams.
Our love speaks of the sea when a tumultuous storm rages.
As we hold desperately unto each other hunched below the deck.
We clutch one another fiercely as the waves throw us against the ships sides.

We are terrified not knowing if this love affair will leave us dead or alive
We give thought to letting go; knowing by doing so, one of us may be saved
But we don't let go.

}We prefer the jostling of the waves in each other's arms.
Prefer this over calmness and safety.
We have known the sunshine and quiet apart from one another.
And the fleeting thought passes by; maybe I would be better off without him.
No.    I would rather die.