tear in
skies and
hands, off
old posters on the wall,
sun-worn lines in bleach-stained
names, songs of
chewing marbles
stacking bins, quick
silver
clicks and locks it up,
and for a moment
i step out, i catch
a breeze
and float adrift,
a rocking to and fro
your heart
i always angle towards,
first and last upon the shore
and
back.
i see the sky behind
my eyes,
again, rolling to
and fro,
every
moment
soaking
in your glow
s
t
a
r
light
skin i wish
upon our arms are all
there is, the world
is crossed and
grasping sand
again; toss and turn,
our smiles tasting salt,
so spit it out!