Remember when we’d go swimming

in the salty, deep blue sea

the white, white sand on either hand

the weightless, wondrous whirl

the burning sun above us

the fishes flash below

the waves that roll, the rippling rush

the feel of lost control

.

Remember the taste of sea salt

in the dry cracks in our lips

how pale appeared our arms and legs

to our underwater eyes

the blue so blue, the sky’s so high

the roar beneath the waves

the rawness of the elements

the softness of the breeze

.

Remember how blue your lips looked

After hours in the sea

Your hair and limbs washed driftwood white

As your small hands cling to me

And hungry as a beach crab

And tired as the night

We stagger home like hermit crabs

Who limp towards the light

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