Sons of Salacia

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.

Featured photo by Alexander Marinescu on Unsplash.


In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.


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