Inhale, holding life in the blink of an eye

Exhale, as the sun drowns your senses

It’s in these moments that sometimes
we sew together our thoughts
with threads of long forgotten memories

Pockets of time collect and scatter
like rain drops on a tin roof

We often forget

That blood feels like paint in the dark
Warm soil on our hands is like going back home

And with a kiss from a lover you can taste the sea