she said

Write something for me she said

About the ocean
That time we laid down by the shore
Until we had to hold our breath against the tide
Waves covering us like blankets
Threatening to drag us out to where we come from
Something in the tidal pools is stirring
It's that same pounding feeling
The welcomed sound of crashing
Lungs burning
Fingers grasping
At nothing
Digging into seabed
I hold you
Blue and crushing
You move through my coral
Slick and graceful fish
Until the tide goes out again

PoetryBrian Shaughnessy