Look at you.

I've finally found
something living
in the waters-
a brush against
my leg and
I know that
you're
unfolding and
I'm here

standing in the
water,
a lukewarm way of
holding
me
in the touch of
a
November.

Look at you,
darling

there's so much
beauty
in the depths
you've opened
up to me
and I'm here:

I'm not scared
of who
you are,
my world wonder,
my 8th sea.