Are we the passionate ones?
The sandy beaches connecting us
As if the oceans fit between our toes.
Islands to continents, mountains to deepest sea
Sprawling lands of welcome
Containing our beloved, the ones
We care for, the lot of us…everyone
Sheltered, fed, respected, accepted?
Or..Have the oceans enlarged?
Our feet caught, sinking
Under the mush of leftover tides.
And to kiss, we wet our fingers
With parched tongue, waving
To our family, as they are pulled
So far away, we’ve lost sight of them
‘Cause, we set borders to a kiss.
That must be the reason we press
Our lips so harshly, so often, to one another.