If you ever see me,
hugging someone,
let me remind you first:
the days, nights, hours,
minutes, and seconds
of silking waves
dashing on shores
of rocks, sands,
splashing to reach
the cottoning skies,
of our locking ears
capturing candy melodies
of Eden voices,
who sound as if
they were listening
to what I touch,
to what I see,
to what I absorb,
of my soft carrying
of such beautiful globe,
I, your Atlas,
You, my Gaea.
But then you choose
to desert me still,
to stay on his shores,
of overrated sands—
stones, rocks, pebbles,—
as if addicting as
their addicting brothers.
I tried, my dear,
to ride this boat,
to leave that shore,
full of echoing sands,
diamonds to your eyes,
cigarette ash to my hands.
Remember, my love,
if you ever catch me
locking my arms
with another wings
only as welcoming as a home,
for my heart overflows
with unused salt water,
and here is someone
who chooses to catch
every single droplet
of such salty sugars.
She understands,
I do hope so,
that it was not
a tie of everlasting string,
for my soft diamond rope
is still connected
to the harbor of your shores,
waiting for you
to pull it back,
the moment you will utter,
Escape, Escape, Escape.
--for A.
