A Water Poem

Inspiration:  Going to the beach, and the water being perfectly cold and the day being hot.

Word: Present 

It was a melody of passion

and a cool blue water scent

Sparkling with white diamonds

of pressure pushing stillness

I took heed in it-

and allowed my back to lavish

in the chilly surplus of what it felt like

to release-

I dived in what took away my tension

and allowed the cold

to flow between my legs

I clenched as the sensation entered me

I allowed it to take over my body

and wrap me in a convoluted excellence

I shook shortly as my pores were grazed

with the strong breath of the wind

I took it all in,

and rode the brim of the vibrations

I let the scene wash into me

and forgot all thoughts of

What it meant to exist

I exiled reason

And centered on being

Present