salt

thoughts stripped bare by a callous salt-wind
break the resin i casted your elegy in –

with you,
the line between dream and nightmare
is blurred.

there are a thicket of words i've planted
on pages in your honour but they are
better left unsaid – the swirling winds
do not know this.

i do not know how to balm this storm
of deep yearning –

i don’t know how.
i don’t.

all i know is you,
in your entirety,

and that’s enough.