I toed the ocean’s green.

It took me to his face,

a match in colors,

his eyes and this water

both hypnotizing,

like a moth to a flame.

But the sand was coarse

unlike his smoothness,

coat after creamy coat of membrane thin

porous loveliness, to let him live and breathe.

It looked unreal -

him a doll,  and this sea

a painting -

‘twas all too much beauty

to encompass in one place,

one body.

That’s where balance storms in,

for the water she roars

she shouts and she tugs.

His eyes tug too, at my heart.

With matching habits

they pull and smash me

then carry me out till someone

cares to find me.

There is a bird on my window sill

So indecisive, sitting still

She could have been up on that tree

Instead, she came and talked to me

“Oh pretty girl you know things well

So tell me which one would be swell

To sing for a crowd that isn’t there

Or to die for a crowd that doesn’t care?”

I didn’t know quite what to say

And so the bird, she flew away

I trudged on
Showing up with heavy eyes
Arms lifelessly swaying with my gait
Going through the motions

Then I got my fix
And like all of us creatures of habit
I formed  a routine around this upper
Making it necessary

Like morning tea
Or perhaps coffee is your hot beverage of choice
You invigorated me
And now I can face anything unabashed

I gave you a place to rest your head
I let you
Share my sheets
And in return
I found
All my secrets roaming the streets