Your hair
the ocean beneath my hands when I was seven
moving
breathing
supporting me
as I fell deeper and deeper into you
till you swallowed me whole
in a warm high tide.

Kisses are also like water
or perhaps sweet peach juice
they part my lips
and quench a part of me
I didn't know I had.

You, you determinedly kind
stubbornly loving
committed till the day I am dragged off as only bones
Remind me
how I won the sea?