we're every love song stuck in my head

at 2 AM we look out to the beach

sitting on the cottage's splintered wood balcony.

our bare skin tingles at the rush of biting wind

as the air's sea salt bleeds itself into our ratty hair.

it smells like every cheesy love song about a sweet summer love I've ever heard.

 

long locked secrets, held in the deepest crevice of our hearts

are whispered in such languid casualty,

as if walls and borders and pain never once existed

 

our words soak deep into the sun stained wood.

every ache and creak of the boards against the sway of the ocean's wind

bemoans over the silly display;

how did we not allow ourselves this before?

something that felt so effortlessly right