SelfPub: Not me

Arm's length...
On your buoys.
Next - you can't.
Neither give nor take.
Then raging storm,
On your back and the house
Then your sea
And I'm not a sailor.
You say: my way -
to swim and not to drown;
my house in other seas;
in heart to you I wonder.
Wave your soft,
Your hands are strong.
I wear circle
Not to sink so suddenly...