the ocean is something i haven't seen in a while

but everything still comes in waves

ebbing and flowing

tidal and rogue 

battered shores and fine sand

not finite

like your eyes inches from mine and our breath in each others mouths

everything comes in waves

pound the seawall and spill over

i am a coastal city 

anticipation is all i know

the ocean is something i haven't seen in a while

but the slow

methodic erosion

feels like my walls stripping away

grout washing out

is a lot like letting you in

waves dictated by ebbs and flows

pushes and pulls

torrential rain and frigid currents

feels like hot breath and home brew lube

overcast skies are your callsign

let me pour myself into you