my deepest ocean
Your beauty and depth is so
Amazing/timeless
I swim inside you
Yet you can drown and kill me
Slowly and softly
Your name is either
Atlantic or pacific
New Jersey or cali
Your body is breathtaking yet gives
Me life when I have you inside me
More than a glass more than a cup
More than liters or gallons and when
I want more I am thirsty for you
Dying to have you
You even escape my soul when I am
Crying
You wave to me when you leave me
As I stand on top of sands flashing back
To when we became one underneath the sun
About the Creator
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