Waves stroke her spine
the wind is soft against her neck
as he carries her away
he whispers feelings
and she floats far from home.
He is her glistening sea
but the shimmer in his skin cannot disguise
the darkness in his depths
and no manner of sunlight or sand can soften
the salt in his kiss.
The sea is no place for broken bones
to rest,
and no place for starved lungs
to find breath.
His intentions are pure
but by nature he is cursed.
He is her sea,
but he can never quench her thirst.
