Water, Water

Drizzled day.
The sun is still asleep.
It's wrapped in sheets of clouds
And lazing under grey and puffy covers.

I am listening to softest patter,
Cool sensations of dripping skyscape,
Currents kind and hungry.
Smoothest ripples make me close my eyes
And see your hair
At highest tide.

I breathe you,
Misty foggy oxygen
Reminding me of measureless expanse of ocean,
Subtle rounded shapes
Approaching from the atomized atmosphere,
The painful pleasure of anticipation.

You will make your way
To land
And settle on my open shores.

- 12/2/25

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