Cormorants

~Deana J. Tavares

The trees pass by

Green

Then brown

Blurring views

Though breezes

Blow through

Thickened thoughts

Of you

Your hand in mine

Holding tightly

My arms

Around you

Into the night

I want to hold you

As the leaves turn

To rust

Grasses sway

In frigid resistance

Locking eyes

Never

Releasing

To swim

In your seas

Until complete exhaustion

Water logged

By your thoughts

Your touch

A hand

Like barnacles

Upon mine

Fingertips intertwined

Encrusted

Salt stained

Periwinkled

Remains

To taste

Your seaweed tongue

Briny words

Rising

To the surface

Tickling ears

Conjuring tears

To float

Upon your waves

Weightless

Two anemones

Rolling together

Within currents

Flying together

Cormorants

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