soft expansive,
dark, blue frame,
drawing me into place–
classic moth to flame.

the softness palpable,
your strength in presence,
you didn’t flinch–
and we were a quiet sentence.

wanted to inhale you,
but couldn’t– in that space.
felt the ocean pull of you,
into depths of quiet grace.

will we layer,
will we romance,
will we blend,
in this mobius dance.

the loops, the bends,
steadily persist, it seems,
an infinite sine wave–
of ocean scenes.