Medusa

Like waving tentacles,
my Love.
Arms spread wide and loose;
contract, encircle, tighten, protect.
With abstract, fluid motion,
reaches out to grab at your heart.
As you do mine;
Thank You.
I imagine them,
down in the deepest regions,
undulate to silent harmonies.
Calls of a world below.
It beckons us.
You speak my language, and in response I dance for you.
Even in silence you hear, and in song, we triumph.