03. tidal waves

according to scientist and doctors around the world,
my body is 55% water and yours is 60%.
that means if someone meshed our insides together
and swirled our veins into a cat's cradle of passion,
we would equate to 115% water.

enough to drown ourselves in,
to float our minds away from
all the good intentions of spring
and just swim through each other's
bloodstreams for a little while.

maybe if we breaststroke our way to forever,
we will be able to taste the purity of clarity
in each other's sockets.

i will engulf you like a tidal wave lingering at
the shores of courage
and your tsunami-heart will spin wonders
out of my sunken-sailboat dreams.

look to the place on the horizon where the sea meets the sky.
you will find us there, stretching for miles,
blending together like paint on a canvas
until we can't be identified individually:

completing each other,
never drowning in our endlessness.