You are
The sound of waves crashing
Against a weathered shore;

The stain of your lips
Against my collar bone;

The colour red
As you shed off your shirt;

Works of literature
Etched into my skin by your wandering fingers.

You are
Why I would crash a boat
Into rocks
Simply just to see the way
Your hair floats in the water behind you.

You are
The reason I would lose myself at sea –
A myth,
A rarely-seen sight,
And a vulture wrapped in goddess’s skin.