Annar in the Inbetweens

I am the essence of a drunken sway
followed by a drunken sway
with muttering words that claim to be “okay”—
modest attempts of holding it together
amidst a laughter coated in the dilated vessels
from rosy, rosy cheeks. Kiss me here,
no here— feel my words, hear me, hear me.

The ocean waves that pound
and beat against every steady
sturdy force, exhausted
     to be still
     to be felt
     to be seen
and loved
and known.

      uncontrolled,

and so I am that drunken sway
unheld, unfelt, unseen
unknown.

So stirred, so loud,
  hear me, hear me. 
Just feel how it is that I move.