i am unable
so neatly wet it
with my tongue
how a sun sets
upon her sea
& we are
incandescent
nothings
we flame out
along crested waves'
thread-gilt
borders
until twilight tide-
turns & steers us
at darkness
at rocks in a
desolate deep
endless
amble
to echo
off each
other
we write
disappearing
letters to
distinguish
ourselves
fleeting
but fixed
like this
summer
& when they
all leave
i'll wait
for myself
but i won't
appear
i chose to be
shipwrecked
on this raft
of a ribcage
tossed with
his ebb & flow
a sea rhythm
of pitched breath
deep below
boneweary
from these
endless
attempts
to outrun
our expanding
circumference
of grief
