He struck like a rogue wave
On a calm sea

Scooping me up
Twisting me

And turning me
Such that I didn’t know which way was up

The swirl of our laughter
Crowded out any bubbles useful to
Follow to the surface

I was strewn on the shore
Drenched, sputtering and coughing

Left to pick the seaweed from my hair
Wipe off the sand stuck to my skin

He was gone as suddenly as
He had arrived

The sea relinquishing no clues to his

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