Remembering the last kiss that put me there.

Lying back in water, just letting the ripples play,
Until I sunk without an innertube holding sway.

But those days are gone and require a new tack,
To just lay back, relax and float away in fact.

But gravity is an insidious, evil force,
That keeps us firmly held down, of course.

Just try and lie in one place too long,
And pain will sing you an awful song.

The ultimate floating is in outer space.
Where even sex can be done with grace.

But there is no air cushion in that alien place,
Not breathing, your comfort will quickly erase.

But metaphorically, the poet can do it all day,
And in one's mind eye, like a dream, our way.

See you floating by…