the ridges of your spine like seashells dripping out the roar of the ocean so far away

we are the coastless but i feel the pebbles in your back that will slowly grind away to sand as my fingers erode them

a row of white horses, stamping and snorting and glinting with golden bits that they chomp at knowing that they will lose their luster in death, head shaking tail swishing, white crests restless and curling upon themselves

neigh, nay, the sweat festers on my skin as it has yet to have been washed away

pull me further out to see sea see as the light dapples the surface and spills over our skin clouds fall lower and mist gallops between our ears blue moon resting upon the tension pulling at our fingers nudging us closer but drawing us further

take the reins, i can’t steer this ship anymore