I stand in the brink of your eyes
Iridescent and safe
Sea-pale green of day
Shifting into glassy blue.
I lift to taste the uncertainty
That rests upon your lips,
My unkempt heart left wondering…
How long have our souls
Waited to entwine?
Do not ask me to define
What shape unfolds
From foam-lipped waves
that caress and perform,
A delicate dance
Of sand and sea.
Do not ask me to understand
The storms
that preceded this calm
or the wildness that lies beneath.
Just hold me carefully
When I am falling in
My feet sinking in hidden sands
And know that the breath that fills me
Can’t get enough
Of the skin that you’re in.
 
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