11.29.2024

by storm

oceans

say i still write to you and words are a blue halo

of joy and desire spilling up the spine.

say it breathes as you.

say i drowned because you left

for the time it takes gold to melt back into

earth

of our origins lost or stolen

ores mined thin.

say we entered that earth

breathing liquid

arising at dawn. full

we never got lost or broken

and the only vow we

kept

was what our eyes reflected.

say the sky was water and we swam

say all this is true and be

like recurrent

oceans