What good is tall grass?
Your blue eyes cupped in my hands, already
I've asked the saints to dunk me under
in all undue riches
save me from my Only One
Ocean shores love knees to touch
craving almost as much our love long whispers
heads bowed
Our toes realizing chorus and green
and tame it no longer, tumbling
so fully-it shocks us to the tips of our hair splits
not even sandy yet
Offering my jewels to Pharaoh
maybe he could take this price off my head,
my wheels off, nights pink tongue from my window
Over the beds of yellow and orange prayers, still blooming
I step beside the ****** to ask,
but not forgetting,
blue ball caps that scream
over the tops of curly heads
and where am I but always with you at the beach?
a heart in the deep end