My love for you

Was like sea glass

Initially jagged, unformed

Broken at the neck

Yet retaining the hue of emotion

Deep enough to pursue eternal

I tumbled over waves, dived further than breath, longer than one life

Losing need for solidity, I broke apart

The sea poured into my arabesque making

Stinging air and endless storm bucking like wild foamy horses

Crossed my being with deluged search

I became the very mouth of the ocean

Lost days at sea, wound around argent world

I learned no language but the rub

The rub of flayed feelings touching salt

against my glass heart.

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