“The Gulf”

2012-07-07 12.47.22

Time reels blue water sips of laughter,

shredding the stillness, engulfing us both in

grey blooming, cautious exhalation,

through punctuated ripples of morning.

Around the heat, inside the throb,

sighing us tenderly and propelled into the malleable air:

this soggy squish pillow of suspension and  immediately, we’re drunk on sunrise.

In the wet: proof; resolve in the tangible.

When the day seals about our shoulders,

and my toes grope the shore,

I remain undulating without discretion

or shame and cast mirthful, sideways peeks at you and the horizon:

one diminishing into fade,

one cultivating a pronounced familiarity.


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