familiar unknown
when after night's slow bruising
only one looks back

and here it all feels yet again just the same      
that same little trip as I slip on your name
but to keep it right there
oh entangle this tongue          
how it all feels the same - yet again
we are done

deep into the wet and salt
uncried tears bracing cheeks
don't matter

run before the wind
slipping on the moon's reflection
lose the world behind  
in whalesong

turn back only then
when the swell has tossed
all inside shifting still

turn back to the world
torn pockets spilling sand

Every breath pushed me further bobbing and blushing, rounder and tugging, seeking simply to soar. I could taste the breeze, the blue above - waiting, and as I stretched so did my smile.

But I was held unknotted only, oblivion teetering on the pinch of a thumb and forefinger. Until slowly but cynically, gasp by gasp, all was forced out, and when the moment came to go, there was nothing left to go on.

a boy in bed, calling
cotton and cares, falling
sonnets on skin, scrawling   
that dawn alarm,
                              appalling.

grief rolls in - blue waves
tugging down, tumbling under
God between each gasp

her name is a cage
his tongue paces, still singing
their duet - alone