Waves of gold cascade down shoulders
and ripple across vertebrae and I am lost. Under the grey threats of sky, I am swallowed in seas of rippling sunshine and thrust against rapids. I look for myself in the spaces between shoulderblades and in the softness of your earlobes. I don't find love. But I did find lips that kiss with all the fury of the sea and as I let water crash over me I find that it's easier to breathe underwater when there is nothing left to fear. I have nothing, except the touch of your hands and tangles of red and gold. Raindrops become oceans and even as I am enveloped into blackness, I do not feel small - Not with your body pressed against mine.
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