The ocean whispered to me of many things. How to be the cool of deep aquamarine. Seaweed dreams and whale songs. Tempestuous truths that break against the steadfast grace of earth’s shore until all that is left is shards of honesty.
Poems from the deep, folded inside the creases of crab shells and scattered pieces of sea glass; lyrics of broken green, rounded by salt-brine of sea. Somewhere inside we’re all secretly mermaids, here to awaken to the divine of mysteries.
Sinking like anemone, immersion of salinity: I press my ear against her liquid sheathe,
Love, love, love she breathes.