You will draw me under, drowning me in the weight of your eyes. I hold my breath. If I look away, I can breathe. Look back, captivated. My chest tries to swell. Defeated once. I try again. Climb the mountain, and drive ever higher, pulling you with me, edging you forward, upwards, beyond. It’s not safe. We roll. Tangled. Drawn under, reaching up, breaking, again. Torment of years following and leading, matching wits, yours and mine, finally settled as you crash on my shore. Breaking into the sand. Again. Once more. Until we become a gentle tide, pulling and pushing, in the moonlight as one.