Smelling your hair smelling of sea

I remember waking up to the sound of the clammy ocean,

Waking up to your smelly hair,

(Smelt salty to me),

Smelt like you didn't care,

If you carried a bit of the ocean, or not inside your head.

I remember,

Telling you you looked lovely

(although your hair still smelt crabby)

I remember waking up beside you

Cold, shivering from the cold of the invading

sea that had stealthily breached the warmth of

the room during the night

I remember you had slyly taken away the quilt,

leaving me to face the sea

I remember the angry roar I had conjured up out of

my fear as the waves carefully lapped up the

blackness with their intensity,

You were then beside me, blissfully unaware of

the deep dark ocean beating against my heart--

wakeful me, dreaming images of dread, of not

letting the sea break us up like it does a lonely

catamaran out to fish

That night, you slept, while I waited

Counting your heartbeats for the faintest signs of love.

- Ravana