my knees are weak with pity
as my savior clings with the sea
he lies, he wakes, he used to hang from a beautiful tree
the fruit of my eye, the sweet nectar in the sky
i cry, i slip, i roll with it
the subliminal leaves me stonelike
his criminal creates what could’ve been
i hang on thoughts, climb through crevices
for the sea, i sail with hope and long-lost dignity
swim with intensity, for the ace of hearts
i am the wind as you are him
you sail with curiosity as i glide through the air
i am here, you are there
you coast with thoughts of power and destruction
i transcend with hours of memories and what shouldn’t
i am the smooth, the calm, the air that lingers
the one who used to sit and observe as i sat in subliminal danger