Sweet Riptide

I want to belong to you.

I love the magnetic pull of your gaze when we meet.

We have been connected since the day we met in the forest.

Countless dreams shared in our separate constellations.

No ocean kept us apart as long as we could read the other.

It is a dangerous grace that keeps me still.

Until you show up in the salty, ocean breeze.

Bittersweet emotions that feel so whole.

A sweet riptide that pulls me in each time.

The Unsigned Writer