One day over lunch, you peeled my face like a peach
to taste its sweetness. You placed it over your eyes and saw the world as
I did, what I was afraid of. Dying alone in a beach whose water felt cold first,
warmer later, a false trust.
The warmness was inviting as you lived out my
fears, sinking infinitely into the abysmal plains of my secrets,
fondling dark memories in the sand. Touching places I've never
explored, never thought of till we met-
If I could join you we'd make objects of sand, everything we'd ever need in the
pool of our eyes, the real ocean within us both.
And we'd carve weapons for combat against the man'o'wars, jellyfish, giant squid-
all things I fear when I'm alone,
and we could make a castle together out of that sand, the grainy walls our shelter
from our true selves above, the selves we left
behind. Like a memory we'd feel when we'd caress the deepness
of our situation, swimming through the sea of plankton we made with our
own light, through our soft spoken words which
kiss when we close our eyes
to the current that takes us to the surface where you find
me-
