Wet Toes

Many thanks to the folk who attended the recent Open Mic for your advice and encouragement. I have tinkered with my poem and I am posting both versions. I'd appreciate any comments regarding the changes.

Wet Toes (version one)

When we got together

it was ‘sugar and spice’

while you fought against falling in love.

Every day I took a leap of faith

into the abyss

of wanting to be with you.

And while I sank deeper

you skirted the perimeter.

dipping in a toe, now and then.

Every so often,

you would get itchy feet.

You would say that you wanted to be ‘free’.

And I would fight my way back up

to the surface -

for fear of drowning.

But you never left - really.

Your toes were wet -

and there was nothing you could do about it.

Wet Toes (version two)

When we got together

I was caught in a whirlpool

of falling in love.

Every day I took a leap of faith,

and swam into the abyss

of wanting to be with you.

But while I sank deeper,

you skirted the perimeter,

dipping in a toe, now and then.

Until, every so often you would say,

you wanted to be ‘free’

and blame it on ‘itchy feet’.

And I would fight my way back

to the surface -

for fear of drowning.

But you never left -.

your toes were wet

and there was nothing you could do about it.