Whaling.

"Let's fall in love." I told her as I grabbed her little hand and lead her back inside our past hoping to understand what we did to cause the cracks that caused our walls to fall; to crumble back out into the sea we feared most of all. The waves continued to fight themselves and sounded off their angry bells as you drowned I flailed like hell to keep you safe inside those swells. I pulled you down to the depths with me. I dove with hopes of being free. Her Beluga call like a siren song distracted me from pressing on and so in the second I took to pause we were swallowed up, sent through her jaws. Inside her helm, her ribcage arc, we traced our past back to its start. We scrolled our love across her heart with the other primitive cave art we found scarred inside her chest; the tales of love under her breast. We weathered the storm entwined as one, bouncing around, "Do not come undone." And when our wishful thoughts reduced to none I held your breath and I gave you up. I sent you back out through her mouth; you forced it North but still I shoved you South and that's finally where you were spat out into the panic of limbs about. That's where I'm sure you found yourself, lost and alone in the Gulf coast's belt. I could never leave you you knew that much, but it seemed so hard so out of touch. Then you saw it shoot through the sky in the passing of your blinking eye and then it landed by your wounded side, the love of your life and so you allowed a sigh, "You're safe with me kid, I've got your back." and our bodies went limp at the sound of that. Ready to go so long as we went together we drifted back with the wake, floated like feathers, until we woke back on the shore with our mouths agape and our muscles so worn. With so little to muster I forced out these words "Let's fall in love kiddo." and that's all that you heard.