I listen to the sea—its constant ovation.
I drink its air, along with the benumbing elixir of time.
Words wash ashore, entangled in seaweed,
Hidden in shells. I gather them for you, my love.
Though my collection of words is vast,
I find that I come up short—
The untold legend of my heart
Is written upon your eyes.
Sometimes the silence is too deep.
I sink in it like it were quicksand.
The flame of my being gets locked inside my throat
And I have nothing to say.
It’s then that your sweetness pierces me,
And I bleed the poison from my soul.
My mind is a catalogue filled with fire.
You alone, with your kiss of water,
Can quench this pain and give meaning to the silence
That burns me like a placid sea.
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