The Guilt that Accompanies Sinking

I picture us both riding the same waves, and sometimes we synch.
The waves that flow between us link up so perfectly
it’s hard to stand that sometimes, I know I sink
under and we loose balance with the other. Our eye contact
is under-maintained as the salt water makes its way
inside. Blurring and also cold.
But also waves like the ones you can’t see
but bring you the tv and radio and light and sound.
Those waves between us are something else,
I can’t touch them but they’re there. But
still always I don’t have reception. I power down.
Light doesn’t reach this part of the universe, or
They haven’t discovered this type of wave yet.
Something like that. 
But when we synch, we synch! That which bounces out of me
will gladly bounce into you. Grab my hand, can you feel it?
That’s electricity and we are conducting.
That’s magnetic, and we are attracting.
I don’t understand science, 
I only understand feelings. 
And I know opposites make the world
make sense. And everything eventually is equal,
Yin and yang. But what if I drown?
Well, then you’ll go on floating.
It’s enough to preserve balance,
and so synching goes.