Your body brought the sea to my bed,
cloaking me as the rushed arch of a wave,
a tide suspended,
unable to break.
Grabbing onto you is like running
my fingers through the wet of a storm.
Despite the salt and surf,
you are not cold —
quivering with mammalian heat against my chest,
holding with arms of fever
and hurricane infection.
I swim for hours.
I never drown.
© 2018 Stellular Scribe
Stellular Scribe 
How lovely!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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You are a amazing writer. I liked these words. I do like the sea.
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed 🙂
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