Slicing through the blue,
Darting and dancing
A wild cadence of skin, scale, and wave
She swam
And he,
Poor earthen boy of green
Standing and staring
A silent song of skin, cloth, and dirt
He gazed
And she…
To know the way the ocean loves
To know her salty touch
To live without it is not have lived at all
The thought of surviving another day
The thought of struggling another hour
The thought of swimming dove into his mind
Don't make me leave
Don't make me breathe
I don't want to be the loner on the beach
I don't want to be alone
Let me dream
Let me live
(He forgot himself,
Forgot his god and his family.
Perhaps it was a good thing.)
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