Love letters left unspoken
Darling, you, you are a pacific sea love.
You move with 70’s salty seduction, hanging bonfire stories of the lovers who couldn’t survive your seas around your neck like dripping jewelry.
You wear wet slips of morning waves, and camomile tea, but you taste like tsunami tequila and hands up a dress on a beach….
….the sand of you could never leave my mind. My god, I was in such fxxking awe of you, one would think I was drowning,
but darling— you reminded me what it was like to grasp for air.
“I was surviving.”