1.
i like to think of us
as discovered
found
by chance
in a boundless sea
separate jars
floating towards each other
it was
desolation
from which we wished to flee
and
when salty sailors unearthed us
tangled worms
on a sandy beach
we curled
our limbs together
under
the sun and breeze
castaways
lost miles in
tides of diving love
that surely drew us here
to an island
at the ends of the world
of silver sand
and sweet coconut trees
