Between
between
holding back
and letting go
i forgot
the
rough ride
swept away
in the riptide
of your
salt water
sighs
rising and
falling
in the buoyancy
of your thighs
sinking into
the hot sand
of an
August sky
polished smooth
in the tumbling
of your
woman waves
i follow
the hollow
of your
wet sand
footsteps
washed away
by the current
until i understand
why the ocean
tastes like
tears
why love
is besieged by
fear
and how
we are saved
from drowning
by simply
remaining
here.
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