SHALLOW

SHALLOW

By Keesa Wynne

I refuse to be another man’s fool;

Splishing and splashing in the shallow end of love’s wave pool. 

Pretending I prefer that shallowness over real depth;

Pretending the droplets on my face are from the splashing and not from the tears I wept.

One can only shrink themselves so much.

To pretend it’s deeper; that their feet don’t touch.

See, this time I want to dive straight into love’s abyss;

I want to drown in the delicious taste of my new lover’s kiss. 

No life jacket; for I shun any deterrent.

I want to get immediately swept under by love’s undertow current. 

Love’s waves will forever knock me to and fro.

The battle to surrender will force me to grow.

To avoid a life that’s bleak and bland;

I must now release all illusions and finally take a stand.

Done are the days of dating on a whim;

I will no longer entertain men who refuse to swim.

Diving into love’s depths is key to my life’s purpose;

The greatest love I’ve ever known awaits me under the surface.