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.