We meet again.

Somehow every time I’m in your presence I feel calm, relieved, free.

I am an audience to your beauty.

I watch as you crash into the shore and pull back into yourself.

I want to walk into you, as you fill my clothes and soak my body.

I want to walk until you pull me into you.

I won’t fight you.

I’ll let you suck me into your dangerously cold and beautifully endless body.

You could hold me on top of you, or you can drown me down into the depths of you.

I could disappear in you, and no one would have to know.

It could be our secret.

It could just be me, lost in you.

– M ❤️