Personal Waves

The patterns I trace along your knee caps while we wait for the bus are all the secrets I will eventually form into words and share with you. But I like knowing that you're carrying them around for the world to see without even knowing it and still feeling triumphant before you have to decide if the weight of the words will break up our shoreline. But if I am lucky, like I think I will be, you'll allow our personal waves to rush real close and drag those words out into our ocean and our bodies will collide like all the water drops in the world do when they fall from the heaven and descend towards earth.