To contemplate the vibrations of waves hitting shore, I must pause
contemplat
-ing the first time I press'd
my fingers
into your goosebump'd skin
and you held on;
you taught me how to take a deep breath
make
-ing it last
longer than a sum
mer sunset.
Do you hear the waves?
Do you hear the sirens?
They are gasping for oxygen they don't need, and yet
what is more coveted than
That which is not for us?
Not for me?
