What is it about the coast and expectations?
Is it positive ions or the taste of salt rimming
every breath? Maybe it’s in the way waves roll
before crashing into hard soaked sand like tender
first kisses that become a hundred hungry intimacies
gasping for air and grasping for lips and the twist
of tongues before shifting their attentions to learning
where we hide our secrets and where imaginations turn
every new discovery into something blue and rhythmic
and very, very deep.
First appeared in Vayavya