A deep calm, then crushing impact as long fingers and even longer nails dig into skin and draw responses of simultaneous pain and pleasure.
Wave upon wave, euphoria crashes upon the rocks.
The ebb and flow destroys and rebuilds my coastline of indifference.
The edge of the waters freeze over in the month of my birth but not substantial enough to support the weight of this stone I have for a heart.
Golden coastlines meant for holding bronze hands and kissing cracked red lips are all I long for in these grey times.