Oceans – Part Three –

‘Evaporating’

Am I the North Sea, connected
to many shores,
Still separate? Seeing
north, east, west, and south –
News, dispersed to never touch
nor share a smile.
Slowly escape every shores fingers
dipping in, stirring her tempest
lapping and tasting
each particle, face, hand, ripple.

I cannot be her without
You swimming my depth –
I am,
Evaporating.

IW

(Oceans – Part One, of eight)
(Oceans – Part Two, of eight)

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