Like the moon does the tide
You draw me in… but never too long.
And you like the tide eventually recline.
Washing away our footprints in the sand
The only evidence of us and what we once had
Disappears with every cascading wave crash.
Ships in the night, the briefest sweetest encounter.
Strapped to the bow we drown in everything not yet said and done.
Knowing in our hearts we promised forever plus one.
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms