Unfound love and unkissed shorelines
I grew up to be a quiet young ocean
my chaos can engulf you whole
and my shimmer is stolen from the sky
as I sit silently wavering in my becoming.
I have stomached way too many shipwrecks
and the fishes in my belly are always hungry for more
I dream of swallowing the sun every evening
but I end up puking it out on every break of dawn
sunlight penetrates my skin and reaches out like old postcards,
the water in my womb is salt mostly
as I wait like any other quiet young ocean
for my universe to be discovered
for my galaxies to be seen
for my shorelines to be kissed by yet another sea.