Sweet, I think
that your best work refers to the ocean
the very thing I love the most
It runs salty in my veins
crashes in my ears at night
Calls me siren-like to its edge
and draws me in
as you have
A cool embrace on hot, weary skin
a watery blue tempest
spilling shells and sand
Treasures-
precious to me
timeless
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