At your touch my skin turns translucent
And I reflect a sheen of ocean ripple, faint and pale
There was nothing to say in the ever present air
We ran away to the water to breathe,
And found ourselves too shy to be more than heavy flesh
In rock pools we float,
Hold the winds in our lungs until we rise high enough to kiss the blur of clouds
I tell you that I have loved more than I love you with the coldness of my fingers
And you do not care, only lean back to allow the blinding sun to engulf your figure and with it I feel myself dissipate as fog and deadened desperation
I long for something I hated
And the mother sea, father ocean mocks me with their pushing swells of want and power
I am so, so confused, and
You remain so solid.
Why do you not shine?
Why do you remain as if earth and mortar when I know that your heart erodes itself with the tides and the howling whiplash of blown eyes?
I remember that we ran here, by the salt and sea, to find life.
The rock carves my taut fingers.
I let them loosen, and still the sand pushes and scrapes,
And reminds me with every press of your bones that it is our fault
We are the ones too afraid to fall and fly
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
At your touch my skin turns translucent
And I reflect a sheen of ocean ripple, faint and pale
There was nothing to say in the ever present air
We ran away to the water to breathe,
And found ourselves too shy to be more than heavy flesh
In rock pools we float,
Hold the winds in our lungs until we rise high enough to kiss the blur of clouds
I tell you that I have loved more than I love you with the coldness of my fingers
And you do not care, only lean back to allow the blinding sun to engulf your figure and with it I feel myself dissipate as fog and deadened desperation
I long for something I hated
And the mother sea, father ocean mocks me with their pushing swells of want and power
I am so, so confused, and
You remain so solid.
Why do you not shine?
Why do you remain as if earth and mortar when I know that your heart erodes itself with the tides and the howling whiplash of blown eyes?
I remember that we ran here, by the salt and sea, to find life.
The rock carves my taut fingers.
I let them loosen, and still the sand pushes and scrapes,
And reminds me with every press of your bones that it is our fault
We are the ones too afraid to fall and fly
the weight of what could be
