Awakening

It's a beautiful, sunny day as I look out over the waves and see the rugged rock stacks rise majestically out of the water. The wind feels fresh against my face and I can feel the ocean mist simultaneously sting and renew me. As my flung body reaches apogee, the sky gradually arcs away and the beating waves below welcome me home. Falling, I hold my body taut so that I gracefully target the greenish blue turbulence below. And while holding my breath I crash through the chilly surface into a new world of muted sound and blurry sight. It is as if my senses still sleep and refuse to wake.

Struggling to right myself against the swirling, dark currents I resist vertigo to find my way back to the world of sky and sun. Flailing against the air of this world I feel myself floating and rising. As my breath becomes stale I must find my way out lest I find permanent solace in this place. Propelling upward I know I must extricate myself from my tumultuous host in order to find comfort in her arms once more.

Breaking through the briny surface my perceptions are overwhelmed with the force of light and resonance, but most of all by the glorious vision of her. It is like I am awakening for the very first time. I am stunned and in awe of her. Everything about her sustains me. Holding her shelters me, kissing her nourishes me and loving her raises me up and makes me better than I am. Her scent is of wild peony and honey and it is both captivating and erotic. As she talks to me the timbre of her voice is soothingly sweet and angelic. Now my eyes are open and I am awake and there is no going back.

Tanya, my dearest Tanya, I love you.