Your variance,

ripples

But is it the symmetry in the rings I adore?

Crinkled smile

was always your most beautiful state

Oh should I pretend to know these heart droplets

In my opened vessels, cracked-

that ocean she shook me to the bone

Respect her roar, it’s love

it’s the first swallow of the sea

the brine and the brittle,

I  broke down and coughed up

Yet kept coming back for more

Will you preserve me?

How you sting. How you replace,

my love with salt.

I say I am tired, but really I am

dry

and packaged

Perhaps one might

so reasonably be dropped off at sea

My tethered bonds

eroded

My right angles, soggy

Return to the birthplace

I wonder, what is anchored

aimless without my love, and scouring

the horizon

floats (how can you judge it)

back. Acceptance in dissolution