The Catch

I wake to wait for the anchor of your hello An urgency for breath to begin A patience needing mouth to mouth revival Of another day wading within your words The sea carries you out And back While I am landlocked in my longing To meet you dockside Taste the salt on your lips Fall, like a flapping fish Into the net of your embrace Your cheeks tanned by too many hours Adrift on the swells offshore You hands firm from a hard day's haul I catch myself staring at the surf in your eyes Wanting to ride the waves