your fins, my feet

Is this you into which I’ve fallen?
Hold the sharks at bay, for I’d dearly love to stay awhile:
drag me way out with your currents, subtle yet unrelenting;
sink me with your whirlpools, quiet in their tender violence;
prick me with the urchins floating errant in your tide;
placate me with the minnow gliding silently astride me;
lose me in the brightest-colored corals of your reef;
lose me also in the depths of your darkest trench uncharted;
lessen me alongside the blue whale’s endless flank;
terrify me with the blackness of this, your blue sea;
and when I’m out of breath, end my time in your world grandly –
let the circling sharks feast on my numb limbs,
have the marlin find my lungs, and the stingray’s barb, my heart –
then drown me with a tidal wave so perfect it is welcome.