Only The Ocean

so maybe
your skin
smells like the ocean

and maybe
my heart is made of stone

maybe my fingers
always craved
for sand to run through

so i’ll let these waves
hit
i’ll let these coastlines blurr
deconstruct

whatever tides shall wash ashore
i’ll let collect along
the beach

i’ll gather the pebbles
fractions
cast them throw them
break the surface

i always fancied
stormy seas
anyway.

KH