undercurrents

finally

I have slipped off this
itchy, wool sweater
buttoned by years of self doubt
and
dropped the long, pleated skirt
of unworthiness
slowly around my ankles
there, on the bed beside you
lies a brightly striped towel
perfect for containing
the voluptuousness of possibilities
that exists in this turquoise sea
of warm openness
if only

we can dive from
this quiet shore
of
acceptableness