Love Drifts

Brackish nerves languish and latch like seashells clinging to the shore— something in the water pulls them in… some fervor from something Familiar and Ancient. I’ve seen your eyes before… on too many arresting horizons… how light hits your features, colliding waves of my senses, twisting my inner bitters— wringing them out to the tactless tide. Bitters melt in the salts… nerves narrow and focus. My lit up eyes drag against tidal forces and you’re lost—drifting love…drifts…love drifts… Love Drift. Those dream-drooping eyes are too knowing—too familiar— which makes me whimper to realize… you’re too bright for me to handle.