I’ve been drowning in you,
Salt all over me,
My breath taken,
You’re the sun above the surface,
Out of reach,
In my thrashes,
The tide of the moment fills me,
My throat and lungs strain,
I reach out feebly,
You’re still there,
I’m almost gone,
I feel hands on my wrenching form,
Th suns rays are around me,
When your red lips touch my blue,
The bubbles stop.
WorldofHarley 
Any thing in particular prompted this piece? I wonder, my friend?
Oh, a couple things my friend.
The Oldschool Harlequin
Okay. Hope all is well with your, my friend. May your day be full of peace. Cheers
We survive my friend, we survive. 😊 Cheers and good health to you too!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Yes, Amen to that. Thank you. 😊
This is quite wonderful, really. I love the visuals.
Not of *you* drowning… just I guess I love it because I’ve felt it before.
Not to worry, I understood what you meant. ☺ Been there too eh?
The Oldschool Harlequin
Thank you my friend. Much too kind. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin