If I touch my lips to your wrist can I feel the rise and fall
like the waves of the ocean
because there is a tidal pull in you and I hear it
when I press you to my ear.
Like water you pull the light from the moon and glow with it
and as long as I can follow that shimmer I will never get lost.
Soft like sand and water,
soft like sea foam wings,
and the brush against my skin feels like it’s leaving stars in its wake;
a trail to navigate by at night.
And a silvery kind of song rises in my throat caught and flashing,
but even if the words won’t surface,
I can hum it to you…
while I touch my lips to your wrist once more.