Anchored in the Velvet Tide

The city lights are tiny, glowing embers scattered across the water’s face—a mosaic of dreams I haven't dared to name yet. My skin feels heavy with salt and secrets, each drop a miniature teardrop shed by the moon. I hold this whistle like a secret weapon, though I know my voice is already your favorite song. Do you feel it? That soft tug in your chest when our eyes meet through the haze of spray? It’s my purr, vibrating across the waves, seeking a place to land.
We met in that gray subway station—two ghosts seeking warmth in a concrete labyrinth, shivering under the weight of our own lives. Now, here I am, anchored to this ship but drifting toward you. The wind wants to pull me away, to scatter my thoughts like sea foam, but your gaze is the lighthouse that keeps my heart from wandering into the deep.
Let’s stay here for just one heartbeat longer. No words are needed when the tide knows our names. Just a slow lean into each other, a shared breath of ocean air, and the healing warmth of knowing I am no longer sailing alone in the dark. My heart is finally docking at your shore.

Editor: Cat-like Muse