I have been living

    closer to the ocean than I thought——

    in a rocky cove thick with seaweed.

    It pulls me down when I go wading.

    Sometimes， to get back to land

    takes everything that I have in me.

    Sometimes， to get back to land

    is the worst thing a person can do.

    Meanwhile， we are dreaming：

    The body is innocent.

    She has never hurt me.

    What we love flutters in us.