the bottom of the ocean is
much softer than i imagined
so much sand lined with
pastel polka dots

i was expecting monsters from the
sounds approaching the bed calling me
i’m still afraid of the depths that
make up the waves heightening by the day

i’m a part of it all now
the moon
it’s now tugging on
my magnetism

as the seams tighten
relief eases me deeper into
affection i don’t need to
see or touch