Can you play the violin?

It doesn't have to be well,

it is enough to pull lament

from a loose collection of

notes, or we could just hum.

Can your eyes be blue or grey

or brown, any color of water

that I might hide in.

There never was a shore line

immutable in its desire to erode.

Let there be a wisp of atmosphere,

the thinnest thread of a breath

we can share, me on one end you

on the other pulling until

the stories on our lips meet

.