Found myself ashore,
thought I’d let the water carry my weight to you
but the waves are too still today, my love
so calm,
so disengaged,
so uninviting;
the sky’s too dry, the sun atop
burns my skin with this scorching heat,
while my blood boils beneath;
I’ll wait for the storm, if I have to.
Create one out of my veins, if I have to.