Adriatic

I've held onto this for so long tho know it's gone

A buoy floating me yet coaxing me

Behind the boot I lick the salt from wounds soaking

In the Adriatic

We swam up that route, it looped back through blackwater

In crescent stress you turned red, all hot and bothered

(All I had I offered) "Would you trail and trust me now?"

I gave a heart growing

To the Adriatic

You told me about your plants, they're rootless, not delicate, they hang in air