If I were a child and you were the sea
I’d find a place for my ankles in you
And my hands and my curiosity
And you would rise up
With warm and sandy love
Rise up to my knees and then rise above
And I would find depth
For my shoulders and chest
And my neck and my mouth and my teeth and the rest
And when I knew you were faithfully cold
I’d give you my heat while the water takes hold
The ocean’s chilling black and the vast shipping lanes
Cut for all ships, squids, roaring seaplanes
I give to the sea all my hair and my hips
Give love in more ways than through just two soft lips
And you don’t have to cry for all the things we now share
Love in its ocean, joys, blood, toil, despair
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