When I think of the sea
I can smell your salty footprints
like you are almost there,
grains of sand sifts through my toes,
tugging the folding moana into the Sunbow,
letting briney whispers seep into my lips,
like distant promises of the horizon,
the secrets bared upon my tongue,
etching your name on my ébauche
telling me,
you are edging nearer.
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