we’re not sailing or set adrift,
the night no longer belongs to or bothers us,
for we’ve moved past the moor.
swimming together, always together.
days inconsequential, like a shipless ocean.
there is no noise, or other boats
between us, the horizon shared,
a narrative of the love we swear,
without vice or anchor.
i come to you, in this old grey shirt and a smile,
promises of the heart exchanged with a glance,
bonded by the desire to never let go.
an endless sea.
i see her behind my eyes,
glowing through my every sight,
turning, twisting, blue,
each blink creates a smile.
into the waves together.
(for belinda. x)