its pearled walls eroding with light
at the horizon—
that plane where sky knots with ocean,
where your figure is blurred
and swept from mine at the shore,
our bodies spun and undone
as the innards of shells.
waves perish on the rocks
and begin again as a song,
a song of hearts stuttering to stop,
of hand-shaped starfish borne
in its surf, grasping—
the water reaching,
then pulling from the sand,
like flesh peeling from bone,
like bodies washed open.
water slips through my fingers
like the blood faded from your veins,
and the surf breaks open upon me
in a mourning veil,
echoed in the elegies of gulls.
Spoiler
Forgive me. This is very rough. I'm more just thrilled with the fact that this is honestly the first thing I've written in about two months. Also, source of inspiration here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Under_the_Sand
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Under_the_Sand
