It’s colder by the water

Everything we are

Implores us to move closer

Despite fears and loss

 

I try collecting moisture

Had half a jar

Spilt on your carpet

I wake up thirsty now

 

I’m sixty-five percent water 

Thirty-percent tears

Twenty-percent piss

The rest, blood and beer

 

Built close to the water

I have no fears

Of drowning in dreams

Or becoming myself 

 

Built close to the water

In a warming world 

The beach stretches to sunset

Tentacles reach for my beard