Your eyes burned and danced between
First blue then green, then blue
The driftwood fires, beachfront pyres,
Your essence clashing too.
Cracking, burning, twisting with
The knowledge close at hand
The truth within the salted seas
That lap and brush the sand.
I had placed you there and you
Like sun-bleached ocean wood
Went willing trapped up in my grip
Although you understood...
The mark those waters left upon
Your brittle, scorched treebones
Your twisted fingers skyward
With your back against the stone.
And somehow I, though conflicted, danced
Around you both between
Consuming and devouring
Both fallow earth and sea.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Your eyes burned and danced between
First blue then green, then blue
The driftwood fires, beachfront pyres,
Your essence clashing too.
Cracking, burning, twisting with
The knowledge close at hand
The truth within the salted seas
That lap and brush the sand.
I had placed you there and you
Like sun-bleached ocean wood
Went willing trapped up in my grip
Although you understood...
The mark those waters left upon
Your brittle, scorched treebones
Your twisted fingers skyward
With your back against the stone.
And somehow I, though conflicted, danced
Around you both between
Consuming and devouring
Both fallow earth and sea.
