His hands were anchors tied to the sea,
and his eyes were promises he could never keep.
His smile was the ocean as it consumed the shore,
and his heart was the landscape I'd been promised to explore.
His knees were the buckles looped around my hips,
and his whistle was the secret that never reached my lips.
His footprints were the memories I'd scrawled across my skin,
and his breath was my heartache as it sighed along my chin.
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