Algae
Both you and I breathe the ocean, inhaling the waves,
With each surf passing through our lungs
we are immersed and each verse of our life is told through the rolling tide,
At the depths of our love desperate vibrations boom within our ears,
Yet tears always fall silently on sodden ground,
The sea whispers ripples of our old lover’s tales,
But within our shipwrecked bones the only thing
We sink,
We drown and
We anchor for
Is our love.
Yes, our love there, always love.
And as time passes with azure, lime and scarlet, we become the coral,
Our eyes fluorescent with a feeling of home,
We illuminate the sea with each giving stroke,
Our rainbow hues reflecting against one another’s skin, we are akin
to pearls sleeping in their shells, and with each
touch our pigment comes alive,
The colours of love there, always love.
The algae spreads beneath our nails, moss green against pale skin,
Withering and wrinkled, our bodies a map of our lives,
With our struggles and woes freckled along the way,
Our arms intertwined amongst seaweed tides,
And bottle green ribbons tangled around our thighs,
We find comfort in our tempest,
Though at times we may drown in this sea of loss,
There is love there, always love.
The Ocean is unforgiving and our life much more so,
But all I know,
Is that I would rather live at the bottom of the sea with you,
Than sail the current alone.
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