two hands pressed together –
a holy temple,
from sea to soul,
and skin to shore;
you were my high tide –
let me be your sailor's delight.

i wanna be your moon –
reach for me no matter,
how many times i send you away –
and then once more;
i wanna pull you in close –
let me fade into you.

your salt licks my wounds,
and leaves me breathless –
la lune et la mer.