The sound of our laughter is drowned out by the waves at the beach.
There is sea foam lapping at my feet.
Your socks are dry.
It takes some convincing, but I eventually get you to join me in the salt water, your socks discarded in some nearby crevice between two rocks.
The air feels prickly as you stare me down, with something indecipherable in your expression.
Oh, look.
The sun is setting.
When we kiss, I don’t think about how this could be the last time. The sky turns into a hazy hue of lavender, and mist settles over the ocean currents.
You dive headfirst, clothed and everything (except for your socks). I trust you blindly and feel myself dropping backward in slow motion.
All of a sudden there’s a splash in my ears, and my eyes are stinging from the water and the salt feels bitter on my lips.
You meet me halfway, underwater, and pull me up with the strength of a lover.
I remember this well: I’m clinging onto you for dear life, gripping onto wet cotton draped over your shirt, and my legs wrapped around your waist like some kind of parasite.
Later when dusk has come and gone, and all that’s left is us with wet hair at the dock, I’ll ask you the question that ****** us.

We've been waiting
while giving each other
much-needed space,
disclosing secrets
in rooms full of dust.

We've been spilling
what's left in our eyes
onto floors that turned red,
bloodshot with our sight
that burns, that stares.

This will get better,
for us to bloom under
all we've been crowding
in our heads, to keep
wondering when.

I'm romantic,
Like the Romance Era.

Either the highest highs,
Or the deepest pains.

Don't be shocked
I've known you since history!
Even a stranger knows you.
You are like water:
Simple, without superfluous colors, smells, or shapes!
💧
This is who you are.
Everyone recognizes you,
even without seeing you before.
Because you're indispensable—
the shape, the smell, and the color of life!
💧
You are not new,
You are water, hence not immemorial.
Cogent enough?!

I've been searching for you my whole life,
I can't stop, no matter the strife.
Through deadly heat and chilling snow,
Even in hell, I'll continue to go.

Though my head may be silver-haired,
Whiter than snow in the skies,
In my heart, a dream is ensnared –
To find myself in your eyes.

Years have flowed, rivers have dried,
I've roamed the world far and wide.
I lay in my tomb, my eyes softly closed,
Yet you, I never found, as time imposed...

Snow fell silently from the sky,  
Blanketing all, piercing through the dark.  
But it didn’t see our tears—oh why,  
It fell quietly, fading like a spark.  

Snow came down, indifferent, still,  
And an angel descended from the sphere.  
Bringing love with a soft, gentle thrill,  
It landed on palms, like snow—then disappeared.  

It melted away, leaving only a trace,  
Love, warmed by the breath of despair.  
Waking, you screamed, reaching to embrace,  
But snow buried love in the cold, empty air.