ocean&rocks

I came from the sea
from the arms of the waves
and the kiss of salt on my skin

I am the calm shade of green
before a terrible storm
The tempestuous wind
that laps at your cheeks

I am the cry of the lonesome gull
ringing in your ears
and the smell of the sea
on your freckled skin.

You are the quiet hand
that touches me so gently
You are the storm
I am lost in.

e.e. cummings