theres a moment, socks come off, a deep
breath follows your sigh, i hear
the ocean humming
and dip my toes.
i used to really like shaking shoulders,
holding you
up for air. Some people speak air.
some people seek air.
gloves come off, it's not selfishness,
my dissappointment in
the individuality of every one
has bruised the fighter in me.
i would sink if i knew unity was actually a word.
