I stare at the sea thinking of love, our love
for what more or where else could I profoundly think of you?

No my love isn't infite like the waters,
it's finite, like the times you've touched and left me.

You rush at me,
so eager,
just to pour over your feelings,
drown me in them,
true! you take me into your arms,
but not into your heat,
where it's so calm and just our heartbeats for miles,
for you're scared you might suffocate me without air,
but it upsets me that you rush, only to crash on the rocks at times,
and come in pieces but not whole.
which I still love for our love is numbered and can be only reminisced.

You're
the thunder of fear,
the rush of joy,
the crash of my feelings,
the touch of love and
the heartbreak of me.

Oh my waves!
how you weave around the rocks and travel the miles, just so you could touch and assure me that you're around even when none are!






© Duba