1.

i like to think of us
                    as discovered

found
     by chance
in a boundless sea
separate jars
floating towards each other
it was
  desolation
from which we wished to flee

and
when salty sailors unearthed us
tangled worms
    on a sandy beach
we curled
   our limbs together
under
    the sun and breeze

castaways
lost miles in
tides of diving love
  that surely drew us here
to an island
at the ends of the world
of silver sand
and sweet coconut trees