love is a rocky shore.
calling out into the silence; faraway voices echoing.
ghosts of former warmth bring frigid desire.
the ivory waves at dawn, crashing over the horizon,
reaching for the remote lighthouse, shining rays into the ebony dusk.

salt up to her ankles, lithe limbs floating in the dark sea
overcast skies clouding lungs
petrichor-graced senses, lingering like his aftershave.
nostalgic longing tears at her heartstrings,
her psyche burning for his presence.

brooding in silence,
he stares at his hands in reminiscence;
his fate had always aligned with hers.
on the brink of shipwreck,
letting go has never been his forté

love is a rocky shore.
inhale the crisp november air,
exhale the distance from heartbeat to heartbeat.
fall for the uneven surfaces
and the tragic beauty that comes with high tide.