I found you at last
In the most unexpected of places
Slowly. Slowly. Do you feel it too?
I think you do.
I see it in your eyes.
Those pools of blue.
But mine are dark and I don’t know if I should pull you in
To swim. To swim.
You know the depths of me.
The salt and fresh water that flow in my sea.
But what about yours?
Where are your ripples?
Or are you riptide?
And I’m the one being dragged in.