Predestined.

In the Mediterranean Sea, you are the second largest
island; I contemplate your enigma while Sardinian tides
lap against my calves hours before sunset delicately
wanders by.
Sometimes I wonder if you purposely leave clues,
a double helix leading up to where you bareboat sail,
for your DNA has yet to be understood.

But what are you made of? And are you made to be
known by me?

Your waves are cyan, sapphire, and every stringed
orchestra that the hopeless turn their necks
toward, hearing their sudden destination.

My heart has components of willow bark and thyme,
abundant amounts of sap traveling down slender
branches, as you are the fragrance that stealthily
bends around my blood.
All I know is that we are somewhere in Italy,
and maybe you are an unfinished story I must
uncover, scripted seawater turning into a hypernova
after a stellar explosion none of us have observed
before.

Are we just afterglow of gamma rays bursting?
Are we more energy than life can handle?

But maybe, you lure me in, then falter
because we will be a tragedy- an adaptation of Othello
where I am your new, inexperienced wife who never
heard of soliloquies or framing or jealousy.
Will you soon appear over my bed, preparing to
kill out of hatred for what I could not be?

I am still pulling the masts of Time, wondering
when I will return to my home country, listening
to you echo the tunes of "the Maladjusted Jester".
You will never comprehend that I was not born a
fool, but I fooled myself into believing
a love could appear from sharing thoughts to a
negligent sea.

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Written 7/30/13 @ 5:13 PM

Baby Rainbow Extra Prompts:

Sardinian tides
Willow bark and thyme
Maladjusted Jester
Hyper Nova
Double Helix
Othello