I am lost in the parking lot
in a sea of glistening, cold machines.
I am lost, surely drowning in my fears.
My moral compass spins wildly;
it sends me every which way.
I do not know up from down, right from wrong!
Then you part my sorrow, and I am grounded.
I cling tight, feel how solid you are to me,
breathe you in and my troubles are stilled.
I whisper to myself, “Land!”, but I look in your eyes
and they are oceans: vast, powerful.
My momentary sanity capsizes me, and I am swept
Into your currents; they draw me to your mouth.
I am safe in this intimacy, this embrace until I release
and am pulled into doubt once more.