We don't need feet, we don't need roads.
I just need you to wrap your hands in the folds,
the folds of my own tired tentacles.
All ten of my sticky fingers attached to yours.
Grip me tightly while we walk into the sea,
The sand sinking lower as we float gracefully.
When we can’t touch the floor we’ll learn to take briny breaths,
we’ll die a thousand land-lived deaths.
Our human selves buried one thousand leagues under the sea,
we’ll swim with the fish both you and me.
Shiny scales and glowing gills and smooth shells,
dark ink, electric snakes, where tears can’t well.
You’ll never see me cry and you’ll never see the rain,
we’ll simply ride the tides and forget the pain.
I will love you and the sea,
I will love you endlessly.