Sailing

I am the north and

you are the wind,

sifting

through the pores

of my skin.

Warm breeze breaks

the flat surface.

Cold water deflects

my vacant stare;

I am elsewhere.

Fingers are tough

from pulling.

You're not close enough

until

I can feel your tired breath

on my shoulder.

Release the knot,

currents draw the path we take.

No matter how far

we drift from shore,

there will always be

a faint line floating,

trailing under heavy skies.

We are each other's destinations

anyway.