the ocean and its embrace.

 i am uncomfortable with the gentle rocking of the ocean
because i have had hands on me before
pushing me down
until my lungs are filled with water

i am uncomfortable
with the unfamiliarity
of the tide's tender touch
and loving embrace

the ocean envelops me
becoming versed in crevices of me
that i rarely explore myself

i must differentiate
between hands that hold me
and hands that hurt me
like i am water
slipping through the cracks
of fingers connected to
a body
parched with thirst