Lover in the Pacific                                                                         —Amber Cecile Brodie


You are seawater without warning.
The undertow of your hands,
a crashing tide tipped with foam.
I swell with the current.

The undertow of your hands
nestle against and inside me.
I swell with the current,
each wave beating on my back.

Nestle against and inside me.
Toss me again like a rogue wave,
each one beating on my back.
Until I am adrift with no bearing,

toss me like a rogue wave,
thrash with the rising and falling
until I am adrift with no bearing.
I contort and swirl and

thrash with the rising and falling,
a crashing tide tipped with foam.
I contort and swirl and
you are seawater without warning.


Photo: Jenna Sandberg

Photo: Jenna Sandberg

Amber Cecile Brodie received her MFA in Creative Writing at Fresno State University and now resides in Sonoma County, California. Her poetry has been featured in Mud Season, Glassworks, Foothill: a Journal of Poetry, and others. Amber's passions include playing her violin, creating poetry, and teaching.

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