My water broke.
You were excited; I was scared.
This is how you’ve always seen this world.
This is what calmed my nerves.
It was past midnight. We drove.
Under the stars and the planets,
just you and I on the road.
Our little Row, so close.
Night became dawn.
Dawn turned into pain.
Pain meant she was coming.
And soon it was dusk again.
Soon it would be day again.
You wrapped your arms around me,
my head enveloped in your chest.
The warmth of your breath against my face,
suddenly, I was in your cave.
Push. Relax this muscle. Breathe.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
The waves cave in
but the voices disappeared.
It was just us, rowing into the sea.
Back and forth.
Pushing. Releasing.
Your voice was steady.
Deep,
like the sea.
Omnipresent,
my guiding light.
Rowing back and forth through the waves,
deep,
like the sea.
Omnipresent,
my guiding light.
My body broke and opened like the earth.
A sink hole. A whirlpool. An earthquake. A volcano.
A fault line torn apart.
And there she was, our little love.
Our dove.
Her arms stretched wide as the sea.
I reached down and grabbed her and pulled her onto my chest.
A tidal wave of love was suddenly on my breast.
My rainbow.
My meadow.
My starry night.
You were soft.
You were calm.
Your eyes were deep, dark and open.
Deep, dark and open,
like the ocean
we were rowing on.
My lullaby.
My little dove.
My little doe.
My little Row.