Rotation,
strangulation,
and release.
It dives
and dips me beneath
the ocean where I sink, swim,
float and drown.
Inside out and upside down.
Separate pieces, all mixed up,
A recurring metaphor,
A dream at dusk.
Melting, mixing, merging,
slipping, sliding, separating.
Never together.
Never apart.
The perpetual chaos
of a lovesick heart.
Wheel in the sky
spins for eternity,
at last at the top
in temporary tranquility.
