Love in the twists and scars

My dreams drifted through dead seas.

Drowned along shipwrecks,

and like the captain of my life,

I sank down with it.

Thinking I was dying,

imagine my surprise;

the sea is the moon at crescent,

and I settle in her curves gently.

The oxygen doesn't reach my lungs,

but she floods my heart.

Even as I settle in the bottom alongside my anchor,

with my back against the salt sand seeping into my wounds,

I can't help but love the sting.

A reminder why I've kept so long,

despite the rocking waves,

and deadly sirens.

My heart is the ocean,

and she is my soul.