I can see it now Where the water meets the sky That last sliver of golden light. Your chest falls and your breath pushes against the coming waves. Our hands are Neptune’s necklace tangled and destined for the throat of some god. Your head falls to rest upon my shoulder, seafoam hair upon my shores. I tighten my grip, you squeeze back, and for a moment, the current doesn’t feel so strong.
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