if hearts were blue
I think mine would be an ocean, maybe;
a little salty and cold
but big and vast and stretching out until the tendrils grasp at the horizon and flicker like a snake’s tongue at the sinking coral sun.
when I step into the waves I like to imagine walking on and on forever,
wading through the swirling water for eternity, and, when a gust of wind finds my mouth and pries open my lungs, I wonder if this is what life and love really is;
gasping for breath through a filter of sand and seashells and sky and drowning anyway.