My legs dangling, the soft weeds press
against me. I am caked,
watching a bright sky shifting,
a horizon drifting slowly into darkness.
Lilac devours the earth in a pixellated haze
and children laugh, high on the energy.
I feel a stumbling feeling, breathless,
from your hands around my waist,
catching me off guard. A quiet hum.
It rolls over the hills, inching
towards the silence,
where words burn in our throats
like bad music. Water giggles on the stones
and we have the same taste in our mouths.
What is it that the sea does to the devout?
I hear them singing close to the shore.
My hands shimmer where you touched them last,
my left side beams all the way home.