He had salt water in his veins I knew it from the moment our eyes met His calloused hands proving worth I needed to consume him He reached for the flower in my braid I led him down an alley
In my home he removed his hat My clothes, my insecurities, my skin He gave me shells from his life I treasured them like coins
When he had to return to the Sea He kissed my cheek I bid him farewell That was the beginning