i'm yours today
inchoate, in veins
and glory be
and how
our tantamount
pleasures can give,
subside, sleep listlessly
and worry
none
you've got no reason to be
but yer here, aren't you?
a soul on the beach
ducking in and out of holes
maybe, into shells,
another being with
the softness inside
and the fishermen are
readying themselves for night
around the pool we now site
it's nearly 2 am, a Ryder moon
yonder high, you tell
me of travels in Africa,
and everything is quiet now
just alcohol, bleeping frogs,
and the dark sand touched
by murmuring gulf, a silence
borne out of whittled conversation
and so a spider hugs a wall nearby
as we recollect the noon before
catching a red fish out by the reef
and the sun and swells seemed forever
patient and knowing
and the horizon hewn between us
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
i'm yours today
inchoate, in veins
and glory be
and how
our tantamount
pleasures can give,
subside, sleep listlessly
and worry
none
you've got no reason to be
but yer here, aren't you?
a soul on the beach
ducking in and out of holes
maybe, into shells,
another being with
the softness inside
and the fishermen are
readying themselves for night
around the pool we now site
it's nearly 2 am, a Ryder moon
yonder high, you tell
me of travels in Africa,
and everything is quiet now
just alcohol, bleeping frogs,
and the dark sand touched
by murmuring gulf, a silence
borne out of whittled conversation
and so a spider hugs a wall nearby
as we recollect the noon before
catching a red fish out by the reef
and the sun and swells seemed forever
patient and knowing
and the horizon hewn between us