If Those Bars are Your Arms

Falling back into 

the rhythm of it all

seems clumsy,

seems effortless &

inevitable-- I love you,

but in the way

the ocean & its waves

welcomes a ship

while it is wreacks,

petting it,

hand over hand

as if trying to ease it,

calming its worries,

the ocean sees it

throws it a welcoming party

my body sees your arms &

feels the welcoming

much like the ship

being beckoned by

the waves & ahppliey accepts it's fate,

I welcome being held in contempt

--If Those Bars are Your Arms