you brush aside sinking curtains of light
that fall from the surface above.
as ocean slows, you see sapphire toes,
notice her stone-frozen eyes.
waves tug your coat sleeves and beckon you near
as white descends from the sky.
isn't she glistening,
isn't she listening?
sea of cerulean
only fits two within
you notice her chilled skin
what is your question?
waves ask that you listen.
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