Breeched.

I am smiling

like an upturned boat

flipped over by the sea of you,

suddenly caught on the turn.

I let go the sail and hold

nothing more than memories,

for you are the ocean on which I drift,

now surrendered to moontide’s pull

and salt-kissed wandering.

Where are you taking me?

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