mist fell the first night
we fell with it, salt drops sweet on your cheeks
hints of charred oak and corn mash
the waters floated us
its salt with our salt
soaked in bourbon and blues
until we were empty of alcohol
and full of sunrise
the waves rose to us
we rode them
you and me and me in you
then we slept and dried
and burned ourselves
til the sun pounded in our ears
when it falls again
it will draw us down
out of the light
and into the liquid
smoky, salty, bourbon seas
and we will rock like we did.
on the waves
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