With snow snapping on a warm ocean
it is a quick touch rolling
into finality. It sounds like words
in an argument’s sudden end,
and the surface tension breaking, rippling
across bodies.
I feel a wave.
I feel a wave
across bodies
and the surface tension breaking, rippling
in an argument’s sudden end
into finality. It sounds like words.
It is a quick touch rolling
with snow snapping on a warm ocean.