Clouds close in; thunder breaks.
We take shelter beneath the rock face,
stealing looks between sets of five foot waves.
Rain; cascading over the entrance of our cave;
has settled on the bridge of your nose.
Rock pools double in size,
ripple with the weight of the sky.
We leave no room for conversation.
The music of the ocean; a love song
on repeat;
Drowning regret and expectation.
I imagine lying back and floating on to the horizon.
Our limbs interlocked, forming a raft.
Our bodies seemingly weightless,
drifting with the current.
I'll cling to you and this moment; or else
be swept away with the tide. |
Submission Name: Freshwater
