The boy who lived on the ocean

shaina
shaina
Aug 24, 2017 · 2 min read
The morning after we slept on the beach, also the only photos I have to document memories we made — Mile Rock Beach in Lands End, San Francisco

Your eyes resembled
the ocean blue
the calmness in the sound of the waves
with the wildness of them too
and a darkness
like the sky before sunrise
unable to make out what exactly is around you.

Remnants of smoky beach bonfires
and spilled beer
trickling into the air
we breathe
as we sleep.

Not to mention the hints of
sage scent in your clothes
from all the evenings looking out
into the abyss through your front window
after the tiresome workday
and bike across town
sometimes featuring morning surf sessions
with our occasional boxed wine
that always tasted better
than the bargain it came for
maybe because I was having it with you
or maybe because you were just that good at choosing.

Never missing out on your jazz
except when you played Fleet Foxes
on repeat
with that unforgettable satisfaction in your eyes
at the upbeat in On Another Ocean.

While talking about all the excursions
you wanted to take
I’ll never forget your most outrageous one–
biking through uncharted Alaskan mountains
aka bear territory
just to see
if you’d make it out alive
and simply because
it’s never been done before.

I’m slowly forgetting
where freckles took their mark
among your soft face
and across your beautiful body,
the sound of your quirky remarks
and sweet calling of my name
your soothing touch across my back
the way you so carefully massaged my feet
the way you played with my hair, crossing your skin
the way your mere presence eased my anxiety
the smell of my hands after they held yours
the scent that attached to me after embracing you
the silky feel of your somewhat strawberry blonde hair
and how you never got annoyed by how much I played with it
the gentle keenness and comfort in your eyes
your unmatched simplicity and minimalism
your uncommon calmness and peace
your undivided presence and acceptance
in all realms
always coupled with that unmistakable darkness
I will never get the chance to figure out.

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shaina

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shaina

SF-based sociologist & radio show host for BFF.fm who sometimes shares cathartic poetry

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