lets not get physical

I want to grow.

I'm on a little boat in the middle of the ocean.

Rowing and rowing but the water never lets me go.

So, I tried to fall in love with the ocean.

But I could never drown myself, I could never fill my lungs and hearts and brains with salt water the whale breathed out.

So, I must keep rowing. The water never lets me go.

But it cannot stop me from rowing.

I write waves of love letters, using oars as my pen.

Hoping, they would reach the very bottom of your heart,

"I love you.

p.s. Please let me go."

I want to grow.

I want gills.

I want to breathe you in and out, you circulating through my body.

I want to love whales and corals, and speak their language, only to be closer to you.

No more love letters. I am one.

"I love you.

p.s. Please don't ever let me go."