We were scrabbling hands and bracing fingers,
falling lids.
The air was thick and we were melding
into waves, encaved
with salt.
I broke water, upturned corners
and twitching teeth.
I wanted to gracefully stroke
my arms across oceaned throats.
I wanted to remove your scalloped shells from my side....
... But you wouldn't let me.
And the second you asked me to jump,
to let the ocean overtake and drown me,
the second you said you adored me...
...You lost me.

1 comment:

Bella said...

Don't be lost.
You're too precious to this world, void of the beauty you bring.
You will find yourself, I know it.