Drifters

I inched my waythrough covers and barriersto borrow your warmth,smell your hair,feel your skin,to wrap you aroundthe rawness of meas a life jacket,captivated by the desireof keeping me hostagein the prison of your arms.And,in the darkness,rain gently hitting the window,the wind guiding us afloat,sparks of electricitycharged and broughtus back to the originof you,me,as we sailed throughthe ocean of us.