Oh how our imperfections make us perfect for each other.

She held me and said “It’s about you, and you are I”

Grip tightened, bones creaking.

… “You’re insane”

And you’re a genius.

A kiss planted,

I caved into her chest and let the waves cradle me, bring me in.

A kiss planted,

On the grounds of untouched land.

Sinking… Euphoria?

Sinking nonetheless.