Hugs

I dream, sometimes, Of sinking into the sea of your embrace. All the other times, I dream of you. But I fear that these are just dreams. I fear unwittingly and dumbly, The way one would fear the dark. I would willingly drown in your depths, and my skeleton would sleep in the far sand, untouched by day. But I do not know if you are this ocean, Or instead an endless nothing, And if I would keep falling and falling And falling. If I am to drown my soul must rest somewhere.