His love carried it’s way
through the waterside
and i found myself broken up on the sand
and looked to the edge of the water
that was nearing,
fearing that the sea moss was clearing
knowing he was never as endearing
as the sea moss that cradles my breath.
it is like a tangled up teal bed frame
that i cannot sleep on,
(but oh, so sweet!)
love carried it’s way
into an unshakable hurdle.
would i keep hold of the
balancing I had done
on one leg in the water
when seeing his gray body bloodied
through an invisible glass
that could not shatter?
when thought of mechanically
“It’s all for the best”
(smiling till my teeth grind)
We do not exchange farewell glances
even though that’s what i want to do
we just touch the scorching blue sun
with the tips of our bare fingertips,
like slippery wet crayfish not colliding
but swimming visibly close if seen from above.
the sea moss leaves me now,
in a huddle of whispers,
and i do not know where to go
and there is nothing here that breathes
and there is nothing here in sight
only dark penetrating trees.
Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry