If I let my mind wander
I might picture you, here
Where I am most vulnerable
Opening to you.
I might have allowed myself
The thought of
Drawing you into deeper waters
Than you have known before
To a place of emerald green secrets
That was only mine until now.
If I did not feel so much
And judge so little
I would not have such reckless fantasies.
(It is a far different thing
To bare soul than body.
What if, intertwined so completely with you,
I drown?)
But held here by the curiosity
Of how this might feel
I wonder if the risk of opening
Is worth the chance to find out.