“A Lover’s Wave”

Love is an ocean,

with wind-whipped waves

rising out of blue

then breaking.


Sometimes they smash

onto the shore,

a messy

salt story.


Or they rise again,

sea slipping between

his fingers, sinking

deep into the sand.


No sooner

has he left

than he misses the

salt sound smell.


He must not forget

to find a shell for

his beating blood to

become a crashing bell

so that even far inland,

away from love’s laugh

and the bluebreaking waves,

he can hear you for a moment

deep in the ocean swell.

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