Rising Tides

Her lips are the water

Dripping on my skin.

Overflowing from my mouth,

Pouring over my rib cage.

Gravity has drawn us together. She stops the rainfall to whisper truths of her ocean. The two of us have never been closer, as she questions my hesitation to swim.

"I'm in fear of drowning in your love. Your lips alone, I would murder just to kiss. And I would pray your palms become the cuffs for my eternity."

It would be sin to indulge in these desires. Destined to repeat the history of Genesis. I want to follow this modern-day Eve into the depths of her curiosity.

But I'm not a fool. I understand my sanity is worth more than answering her inquiry.

"As much as I love you, I would rather admire your beauty from the stars. It would be disastrous for us to be one."

And so, as the sun pushes me out, I return home. The ocean and I will only remain close enough to kiss. I will never get the chance to drown myself in the clouds of the sea. I can only hope a meteoroid bursts through my chest, scattering pieces of my heart across her waters...

-David N. Baker

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