know better than
to fall for a poet, and
a poet to any other:
we are oceans where
deserts should be
-drowning-

And the allure to swim
seems swimmingly swell
but the ocean is not still
it swells. Cacti pickling
where
coral reefs budding
should be.

Yet sand is
sand and it
sinks all the same
so yes, within
-I suppose-
there is
some desert
suffering from me