Breast Stroke

Katrina Kaye

I fall
with the weight
of absent arms;
in bleached sand,
praying to
feel secure
hands again.

It has been
oceans since
we last touched
but you are
never more
than a breast
stroke away.

And, as we
meet on the
crest of white
cap, I wait
for tides
to change,

for current
or wave
to prevent
my return
into you.

“Breast Stroke” is previously published in the collection, my verse…, published by Swimming with Elephants Publications, LLC in 2012.

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