I'd always been afraid
of the vast depth of the ocean
and its endless, unforgiving tides
The way it could trace along your skin
or pull you in and under
to weigh down your lungs with the current
The way it listened to no one
only the gentle pull of the moon

I met you
and for a moment
I mistook you for the ocean
endless pools in your eyes
but they were forgiving
calm tides during the sunrise
You traced along my skin
and pulled me in, but not under
you kept me close and helped me breathe
filled my lungs with your smile
And you listened to me
and my gentle pull at your sleeve
so maybe you are the ocean
and the moon might be me