Egypt

We've gotten by with less.

That is to say,

we've drifted continentally.

Somehow we're united by air.

I said, isn't it funny how 'united' and 'untied' are just a mistake apart,

and you said, let's not make this emotional.

The ocean is a nauseating swell. Something between us.

The biggest part of you, like the Semitic cursive I compared to

tangling seaweed.

A language stuck between my toes.

You'll speak it to me if I beg,

and I beg,

so you curse me

with curled tongue,

saying I only want what I can't have,

and I find it incredibly romantic.