When there's snow on the ground,
you are the ocean
you are too large,
too deep
for frost to move
more than polar parts of you.

You will struggle to swim to the equator,
but once you get there
suns are high,
and you will be warm and cozy;

But, more than once
the tide will drag you to your arctic.
and I will kiss you through your shivers
but nothing I can do
will stop your blood from running cold.
but baby, it will pass.

You are the ocean,
and ships have recked
to kiss your curves
and love has been made
inside your blood
and one day
you will love the way
you shudder without cause
and you will find beauty
in your hurricanes,
even if that day is not today.

I could right a thousand sonnets
about the way it feels
when your blue hands hug my hips
and your salty lips brush my neck.

So when your lost
in your dark blue,
remember that there are those,
dreaming of your turquoise.
and I am wading in your shallows
to brace your raging torrent,
and remind you
that baby, you are the ocean,
and the storms will always pass.