Your face is the northern shoreline
with the ocean in your eyes,
a gentle unstoppable rise.
I rest my head upon your chest,
feel the ebb and swell
of your breath,
run my hand through
sandy stubble along your chin
that scrapes & burnishes my skin.
Fingers like waves lapping,
I recede and come
recede and come
back to you.
That salt smell surges,
a brackish wet breeze.
You swell.
I drown in you,
and you in I,
this
endless
tide.
