Your love is like an ocean,
from here infinite and full of self-
expanding dunes, the terse folds of
fabric, half-covering your
light from the outside. My
love is the sun that sets,
reflecting on the westward-facing waves
that came up and rested
like the anxious minds
we brought to meet each other. In your
eyes I sought confession, and rains,
that enveloped the lands, cleared
away at a signal. The seagull
was speaking from the rocks, looking
eastward, at the lowering waters,
and the rising sun.