you hold me by the hand
and I don’t pull away
because you seem
like magic
and smell like forest and
fire
but darling don’t forget that I
am the ocean
let me carry
you
away.
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you hold me by the hand
and I don’t pull away
because you seem
like magic
and smell like forest and
fire
but darling don’t forget that I
am the ocean
let me carry
you
away.
to tell you of the ocean
where my body comes to rest
and sink
deep in crevices of coral
and trenches of the west
hidden in coves
and shadows
spread across the sea
an endless floor
beneath your feet
I am
mixed with
salt and sand,
made from pieces
refined, by the tide
a child of the sea
bleached and washed away
by an ocean
of which you speak
fondly
But are these your words
or mine to keep?
kiss me as you speak
and make of me your
pool tide