sea of love
"I have sea foam in my veins
I understand the language of waves"
it's so fortunate:
You're the eye of the storm
& I won't ever board up my windows,
you've got me upside down and inside out
I fear my heels
won't ever not neighbor my head.
You always say it's so hard
to show me what's in your heart;
windows on washing machines in laundromats
exist so I can't say the same.
My insides did systematic somersaults all summer,
This winter I'm getting used to whirlpools
& I have no intentions of swimming to shore.
Isn't that apparent when I beg "more?"
You're the raft and the sea,
you've equally got a hold on me.
Knuckle to knuckle
so I'll never slip through like sand
As long as I have you hand
what else was mine made for?
I've been falling all over myself,
it's the sealegs,
made for your hands
just as much for walking
but I don't care unless it's to you.