Giò’s fingers drip day-lit sparks of luminescence
from below, scaled sea dragons eye the surface
effort
effort
the sail lifts away from the water
and suddenly
and silently
all is air and the future
Sea
picking up shells
picking up shells and weighing them in his hand he saw
they fit his fingertips microscopically
whorl to whorl adhesion
dreams of sea and sea life shuddered through him
in his mind he was on his knees
allowing the tide to take him
look north
look north
more snow on the hills
sun glints on out-tide sand
emotions need no metaphor
Spring is near coming
Spring is near coming
bare branches explode in green
the sea fog rolls in
the salt you taste
the salt you taste in my blood
comes from the sea
you will never forget it
as I will never forget
the depth of the water
skin sun hot
skin sun hot, salt streaked
roof terrace shower ice shock
light slants; we make our own rainbows
sky cloud sand sea
sky cloud sand sea
I am dreaming you are next to me
sky cloud rock sea
I am dreaming; you are next to me
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I blinked and the firework was a flower on the back of my eye, evening star soaring as the moon sank beyond the town wall. Where the sea had been this morning was deep nothingness, holding glassy afloat the lights of the outgoing boats. A moment, and the moon.
the sea is louder
the sea is louder
than my thoughts
the day may be perfect
I saw you and was conquered
I saw you
and was conquered
sand defences between the tidelines
inevitably washed away
the guilty moon reflected
on the convex waves
the concaves between each hinting trouble
foam on the beach my and their undoing
castles on the cliff edge
slipped to nothing
I saw you
and was conquered
