Firm push at my back,
soft belly releasing me:
carried by the swell.
We live as we swim,
where our Animals take us:
this is happiness.
When you hold my hand,
there is something different:
playful, dolphinesque.
Mine is gentle sea,
buoyant, with no surprises:
drinking setting suns.
aplaceforpoetry 
I like this very much. Gentle. Soothing. Ironically I posted one of the same title. Nothing like yours. Always a pleasure to read you, J.
Audra
Thank you Audra, I will seek your poem out x