downing her

I sit beside her and drink  her in.
Admiration is never enough and she beckons.
I believe she craves the act of my surrender
and the final plunge of my body into her being.

There will come a day when I answer her call
and immerse myself and my soul into her,wholly.
   Head first, eyes open, teeth-bared wide smile
 grinning like a madman.

The first assault will be her chill,
as she flows like Earth's blood
from beneath three hundred sixty-five feet
of quiet and crushing solitude.

Saluda, Saluda,
I whisper as she courses along.
Take my breath away.
Court me to the edge of the ocean.
Wet and swollen, I follow.