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.