tiny oceans

You're kind of like oceans
in human form. Or anyway
that's one place my mind goes
in you. It's oceans plural: an 
interconnectedness of salt 
waters with landmass askew 
in you: currents and drifts, 
and endless depths. Your 
form and your surface 
suggests such things. 
Despite you are small 
- one human being - 
you compass the world 
and bring life on wings. 

Or maybe 
you're every beach on earth. 
Or maybe 
you're just one girl in the world. 

And this is our beach. You 
next to me. You are 
oceans, girl 
- to drown is no way 
to be free, But sometimes,
looking at you I think

free is no way to be