The sea beats in you,
and your oceanic eyes see more
than you will ever say.

The sea beats in you,
and your wet hair and wet cheeks
bear predominantly the fragrance of salt.

The sea beats in you,
and your young heart flows in rhythm
to the rhythms of the world.

The sea beats in you,
and you are remembering perhaps the same
white waves in at least a hundred lives like this.

The sea beats in you,
and the tips of your fingers are shimmering,
and your bright eyes magnetise the moon.

The sea beats in you,
and you are momentarily lost
in the hallelujah of a breathless embrace.