the water lapses over you, and it embraces you in a way i never could. i envy the seas more than you know. how lucky is it to know every inch of you at once, while i can only catch a glimpse at a time.
it surrounds you. i hold you. my hands do not even begin to cover the surface area of the freckles on your back. they mirror the stars in the sky. just another thing the ocean has me beat for.
when i part from this world i hope i turn into foam that washes along the shore.
YOU ARE READING
wanderer
Poetrywe danced and we danced until the soles of shoes wore down to the flesh.
