Surrender

The waves were subtle
As you led me in
Half moon
Full moon
I can't quite remember
But your hand was strong
Supportive was your praise
Then
Backstroke in November

My mind was muddled
But you let me be
All me
Just me
You were tender
Your tempting tongue
Was impeccable
All I could do
Was serenely surrender

poem by Karen Sinclair
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