by The Cowl Editor on April 4, 2019
Poetry
by Jessica Polanco ’20
Our lips are the coastline
Where she is the water
And I am the sand
And naturally,
With every wave we meet
Together we feel so perfect
Marinating in each other’s touch
Nurturing each other
In a nutrient-exchanging dance
Where with every step
I fall more and more into a trance
Until the tide pulls her back
And I feel dry and alone
Ten seconds – a wait too long
But five are just enough
For me to stare at her beauty
And watch her wave to me
When the moonlight rises
And only her and I remain
She sings to me
Sings so I can feel her pain
She longs for our next embrace
Anxious for another taste
Buried inside me is her one true place
And a feeling like this
I could never replace