- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
Reach
Pedal a fantasy on the ocean bed
It foams into falcon wings which fly towards the beach, Or breaks into a blossom made of wind, water and withdrawal, Or pulses in the pulmonary veins of your dreams that begin with time and end in me
I stand within the reach of the riptide, It sinks into a whisper like a promise kept
My feet melt into the frequency
Every time you reach now, I don't flinch anymore