Undertow
Desire resurfacing
I was already sunk,
long‑numb, decades devoured by salt,
when your shadow sliced the surface...
eyes,
breath first,
brine tasting like recognition on my tongue.
A current older than names
pulled my ribs wide,
letting the sea fold back in.
Undertow...
no warning, only marrow remembering
the pressure behind sternum
where desire sleeps,
curled small as an embryo,
knowing its own name.
Blue fracture on blue,
the surface cracking with your gaze.
I drowned upward,
through you,
each inch unwinding in reverse...
the grind, the lock,
skin speaking a language the mouth forgot.
No preamble,
clothes meaningless;
hands tracing fault lines
where years dissolved in salt
and every scar became a map
of what hunger had always known.
You rise over me
like tide reclaiming the shore,
and I open.
No resistance.
Rhythm relearned:
in—deeper—
hold—
out—slower—
Until the sky above is only blue
and the deep knows my pulse,
still full of brine,
still memorized,
still yours
where thought drowns
and want surfaces
like a relentless undertow
that will never let me forget
the shape of you.
-UpsilonA







I'm in awe! So good. So beautiful. So talented.
Beautiful! Hope you’re having a great weekend! 🔥