Time as the sea that parts us
I've carried my dresser drawers up so many flights of fresh paint by now,
glossy eyes cafes,
You sitting to watch a drip
when I started drinking smoothies instead
Could touch-and-go waves hold out for us many more seashell lives?
touched by so many and pulled  out
of sand so known,
to perish justly in cold waters?

How does one electrify the soul again over Moses's swells?
How can the red sea part when I know not where you stand?