growing gills
high tide kisses my neck
and I feel the sting
of wanting and of getting
carried away
sunburnt tide
a little frog dives
soundlessly
your radiance
when I see you again
facetime
growing gills
high tide kisses my neck
and I feel the sting
of wanting and of getting
carried away
sunburnt tide
a little frog dives
soundlessly
your radiance
when I see you again
facetime