taste dances on my lips, clings on to my body in the midst of your wisdom your grace crashes into the shores as unrequited love created ripples, then tides; high
low high
low overlaps unto skin seeps through till I submerge in your radiance but in every particle in the air, your remnants finds me between the folds of my neck tangled in strands of hair in every corner of my temple on the floor under bedsheets
i scrub and wash, scrub then wash but you stick to me particulates of salt rubbing ; grain against grain an ocean is an ocean is an ocean but it has eyes that lie.