I remember feeling like liquid
My fingers and toes
The tips of a powerful swell
Crashing itself against the rocks
I never knew a subsiding calm
Only the undertow
The worry knot pulsates within me
Growing larger every time
If I look in his eyes
If I touch his cheek
If I hear him say my name
He’s starting to see
That which is the other
Deeply hidden, afraid of company
It secretly yearns to be seen
Yet with each step into the light
It shivers with cold
And covers itself with sandpaper