I want only
to swim nude
in your private lake
for one sun kissed day.
A golden fish
caught in the undertow
of your macho reverie,
dreaming oceans of enchanted
sunrises in your liquid silver love.
I would not come up from the soul
depths of your precious face- –
drowning in the fear of
loosing you at sundown.  You
men always get lost- -in love.

I want only
to swim with you
in the undertow.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.