Touching the Tide (working title)

Waves of color in an ocean of wool,
from cerulean to turquoise,
bordered by lines of white and jet
jagged in shape but ever so soft.
My fingers graze their crests,
tickled by the fuzzy fibers
as they rise and fall rhythmically
with her breath underneath.
In our shared embrace, my hand explores,
venturing north, and then south,
and back again, the warm currents
caressing my skin.