from the archives of #MorningCoffee // 11 August 2018

from a distance
you watch waves foam
at my lips
salted meringue
beating against my teeth
depth
is what you imagine
beneath the surface
but if I let you in
to wade in the
waters of my heart
I worry that your feet will
never leave the ground
you’ll wade
waist deep
and you’ll see that the
depths were an illusion
painted by a raging sea
the brush
taking on turbulence
from life lived
beyond a constant
sunny disposition
at least I know
the clouds that pulse
with the beat of blood
rushing through my veins
are no illusion
no matter the depth
your feet find buried
in the sand
will you have the courage
to take a breath
expand your lungs
with my last exhale
breathe me in
dive deep
and meet me underneath

x

© The Beast Goddess by Savannah Wishart