My lids reflect the gaze back in.
I don’t feel a thing
but the residue of your skin.
Listen. The ocean keeps exploding
a storming display of work, all for
a few rocks cracked open a step
closer to sand
Amongst all this, I find my
way back to your lips
and the energy shuttling between us
breaking waves the symptoms
of deeper wilder wider movements
power crashing onto each other’s
shores
my weakness
against this is comforting
- it wants for nothing
