They live on a land
Locked away from the sea
Hearing stories of seafoam storms
Bringing terror
But that isn’t for them
So oceans are simply just that
A story,
At least to them
To them those greens and blues
Are of soft leaves and loud birds
Things that rest upon the ground before them
Tangible, easy to see
Things that were given to them
Things they’ve grown from a seed
Types of love that come easy to them
To them, there is no ocean
That type of love is something
they simply can’t see
But to her
As her toes bend and curl, throwing sand around her feet
Shallow clear liquid pushing toward her
She takes a step back
So much to fear
Another step
The liquid creeping toward her
She stands frozen
Emotions flooding in
A presence looms just beyond her shoulder
Brooding and dark
It’s in front of her and behind her
To her, the ocean is something
She can not escape
Because it was here
At this same sea
Where he pushed her to the edge
Showed her how to fear
Water filling her lungs
Bubbles escaping past pretty pink lips
Pushing its way to the edges of her cracking heart
While clawing at the hand pushing her under
Blue fills her vision and her heart
He loves me she thought
Apparently, He loves her not
But to him
As the ocean traces droplets on his skin
Salt clinging to pruning pores
He never wants to get out
He wants to drift away
Bore himself to the waves of power
Let waves of soft foam consume him
And never let him leave
Here he feels loved
Here he loves you
They are here
Within the greens, tans and blues
No holes to be seen
Not even a bump
Just like them
Hiding under the surface
They are made of the coral
Healthy and pure
Even in sickness and in health
If one falls
The other falls too
Nothing can break them apart
The ocean and love
Are one in the same
So different from the other
But so much the same
I am who I am
And I’ll love who I love
Just like the sea
Calling to me
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