The ocean
She really pulls it out of me
Salty, bream-ey dreams
Of floating on the infinite horizon
A tiny speck
Barely there in the sticky air

Her breath catches my tears
Her voice bleaches out the noise
Her waves, today, rumble with rust
And tonight, crash with a turquoise
Bloom

The microscopic beings come alive with light
As they tumble and crash
Suspended briefly above the whole sea
Before somersaulting into the electric foam

Night shift
Life drifts
Further from the beach