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
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