I gave her chancesPlenty of chancesChances to act and walk and talk and breatheAnd treat and wound the way sheShould.We had our chance, and we blew it through a paper straw,Watched it blow away like litter in the wind.Shoulders hunched, spine aching,Back breaking with the weight of the world.I am in her arms, her head lies dormant on my chestSimply a breath away from the press of my lipsTo skin...

The sea,the ocean,and the watery depthsare simple categorisations.My throbbing and pulsing organ is the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tideAnd my flowing and trickling blood beneath my skin is the frothy seafoam that covers the granule sandsI could focus on breathing the healthy sea breeze, but I cannot feel itHearing the therapeutic sounds of a coastal beach, but I cannot hear itThe salty taste ...

I need the seathe sea needs meI need its sea breezeto fill my lungs;to help me breathe clearerThe sea demands meto breathe it into exude life's anxietiesI need the sounds of the tide;therapeutic audio waves,to induce a peaceful state.I need the sea's water;its salty and rich lifeforceto cleanse my hair, my skin,The sea needs meto take it into soak and submergeto start life anew

It is where I go in search of quiet A stillness buried in the crosshatch of crashing layers A peace of unknown depthsA neverending better yet It moves- and I with it Fluid in our forming A thousand years and these melting movements Could move me to corrosion It leaves its marks Salt on the tongue Another, driftwood, memory Of all I've never done And I know we shall return Meeting on some far-of...