You carry your heart out onto the shore,
hoping someone will favor it so much more
than you already do.
A blasting salt spray
sprinkles your knees
what would happen if you met me?
I’m sitting on crusty cobblestone.
I’m dying of zelotypia.
I need to breathe. I need to breathe;
calm down soon.
You struggle to find a rebound saint.
Each day you live becomes harder to withstand,
swallow, or faint.
I watch you follow through.
Sands fight my gravelly shoes.
why am I hesitating to pursue?
I’m heading for the lighthouse
on Colby Mist cliff.
I’m blowing a wish. I hope the sea
back to you. Now, I’m running out of fishing lines to
throw at your mind. Ready or not, you better be late
when you arrive, because I don’t think I can take this
carbon dioxide—any longer.
But inside a gaze,
you break from a trance.
I’m holding your heart
as you catch my falling stars.
The world at last chants
a forsaken dance
we both forgot.
We forget to glance.