Like snow snapping on a warm ocean.
It was a quick touch rolling
into finality. It sounded like words
in an argument’s sudden end,
the surface tension breaking, rippling
across bodies.
I felt a wave.
I felt a wave
across bodies,
the surface tension breaking, rippling
in an argument’s sudden end
into finality. It sounded like words.
It was a quick touch rolling
like snow snapping on a warm ocean.