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.

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