You Pull me in,
and wrap your icy fingers around me
in a cold embrace.
You swirl and twirl my hair,
into a mess of beautiful curls.
You sweep me off my feet,
and pull me into your depths.
Only to release me for a gasp of air.
You hold me on my back,
so that I may face the sky.
You surround me with rhythm,
and your repeated sway of movement.
And when I finally leave you,
the taste of salt still on my lips,
I hear you calling me back,
Begging me to allow you to pull me under once more.
The repetition of the word "you" at the beginning of all but the last stanzas makes this poem powerful...the last stanza...such a beautiful way to wrap it up. It has motion, and I am not sure if the waves in the background prompt me to this conclusion, but it feels like a rocking, a push and pull. The sound, the words and the images all seem to work together. Great job.
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