I was wondering of a space-
sepia filled room
away from this city.
Moored to heavenly bodies,
carried along by mobile
souls unfeeling,
keyboards disassembled.
        For all this love ur dealing
        I was never enough-
Caught between the unseen touch
of after-dark calls in oceans-
apart static, desperate
in dials of denial,
        He’s a siren,
Pulling me over the wake.
        spin me,
slipping through your fingers
like the perfect pearl.
        U say u want me?
slumping in the struggle
of a beached whale
sluggishly pushing sand
over belly,
        not enough
to overcome new weight,
relationship weight.
        Do u love me?
or just the familiar space,
and a lazy beached human
dealing with ****.