Along the sea
pink sand pulls away
from a glistening shore,
melting fondant in the
Minute ecosystems inhabit
tiny grottoes in the tide pools
of wet sand.
Some days I stroll the coast alone,
indulging realms of lovers
where there is no logic but
a crushing ache I hold to my breast,
a carapace between a heart and the
mountains where I left you.
Allow me to come undone,
melt beneath the weight of tender
hands on eggshell,
my sigh a gentle quake upon your
Let me drown in the river of
your impossible eyes where there
is no threat of war…hard silence
or the burden of forgiveness.