Nod

It would ebb and flow
Much as the tide

One line lapping at the next 
Ethereal

The imperceptible presence of salt
A mineral bath for the senses

Our secret 
I’m telling you here

If 
We sang

Sheer

Yes and I did not sleep warm last night
While each sentence you speak thinks now it holds leverage with my sleepy senses
In fact it holds none
My muddled thoughts aren’t muddled at all
They are determined
To not be 
Taken
Advantage
Of
So I can clearly tell this
I love who I see
A weakness of mine I’d not trade as a weaker one would
Though I marvel at the back 
And forth
I don’t tire
It is why you still stand 

Cotton Calls

Would there be the same sounds

That pierce and too-perfectly calm

The closing of distance 

The decreasing proximity

The changing acoustics will call

Awaken!

And shall sing you to sleep, alike