Tracing lines down your chest
With a neutral colored hand
Reminds me of the steady to and fro of waves
And the white crashing
of a slow and tender ocean
as it hovers between gentle caresses and
rough thrusts
cresting and returning back
mirror-like calm before the wind
warming slowly
until the tide can't take it,
anymore
flowing in and out without restraint
the highest barrel, the stillest glass
