For my Dear One:
See me through like water-
Some days, I’ll tidal wave into your sides.
I’ll close my eyes,
My body’s ocean can feel so full and empty.
Some days I’ll pull myself under,
and I’ll insist you come with me.
My blood floats to the surface,
my veins go in all directions.
I’ll reach for you, whether I sink or swim.
My mind will travel on oceans time- always moving.
I’ll collect doubts like seashells.
Can you love my broken bits?
The water-wrinkled hands that have lost too many bottles at sea.
I slosh between dreams and tragedies;
I hope you would find me more than once.
Our feet will gather golden dust,