I am sold on this hope of you
the sky has become shady and
rivers torrent, raindrops become
addicts to the scent of your skin.

In your touch, streams of
molten estuaries feed this great
gaping belly of the beast, salty
eddies tempering all wont to be.

To drive head-first within unknown
waters, broken driftwood promises
must be cut free; am I to sink in
the ocean or to swim in your sea?