as if the light blue marbles I’d toss around as a child
were used to make the eyes of the man sitting beside me
the hues of the sea staring back at him, a mirror
a cold, wet wanting nears and retracts in the ebb and flow
waves creep slowly onto moist sand
new sensation, same old desire
want. yes. all of it.
I soften my tongue to let the words loose, to
deliver an ancient scroll made of persimmon
and saltwater berries
a practiced reveal shudders around in the heart valves
words crafted in silver
sweet, sweet but I still don’t speak
a chew of raw attempt
the outlining of letters in the mouth
how a woman once a girl manifested a high seas man out of marble
and lost her words to the sea
Photo by Georgina Marie – Mendocino, California
I love the use of words here. I can see everything you’re talking about here so clearly.
Thank you!
Blown away by lines like “a cold, wet wanting nears.” Bowing deeply to your ancient soul.
Thank you Dearly!
Breathtaking words…
Thank you 🙏🏼