"I think of you, landlocked and lost
in another element — your body.
The sea teaches me, love is a wish
not for safety, but for destruction.
I am not ashamed to admit it:
I love you.

The way water loves. Which is to say,
I wish the world were through with you
so you could return to me ravaged,
upon this shore: a shell, held tight, inside my palm."

Gift, 2 by J. Neil C. Garcia