...flotsam in the current...

[guppyiii]

A waterfall of shadow hair.
She consumes me,
drowning in the waters of that hair.
Dark eyes and a smirk.
It blends all into ecstasy.
I go under willingly.
Lungs filled with that sweet scent.
Churning and swirling.
Under and under to the depths,
back arching and chest burning.
To the points of desperation,
trying to take a breath,
my willing body fails
under the weight of the spring
that is the source
of that surge that gave birth
to the the fall that has
brought me below.
Final fits.
Jerking body.
Final push to the oblivion I have chosen.
Kick, push, then acceptance.
All is well.
My lungs are filled.
I float on the current
of that river of dark hair
that has so consumed me.
Peace fills me.
My eyes glaze.
I am now one with that river.
Inseparable.
Flotsam in the current.
Another part of the inevitable.
All is beauty.
All is well.
I have let go and the past is dust.
Wind take it.
River, have me.
I am yours, eternal and pure.

I am spent.