she whispered – and then,
My voice is rough, but I know a good song.
I tilted my head, and she sang
like sand shifted by the waves,
her eyes half closed.
Occasionally her throat would scratch
and she would look away, as I
tilted my head more,
because I only heard the bliss-cry
of a fish-laden gull.
I wondered why
the sound of the ocean
would hide in a conch shell.
Can beauty not have sound? I asked,
and she shook her head.
Not broken sound, was her reply.
She looked at a postcard of the sunset
with orange and pale blue
and she sighed; two pink shells
breathing her salt-water breath.
I could see her bare feet
and the smooth curve of her heel,
toes wiggling in the dirt as if they were
dreaming of seaweed between them.
What is the ocean? I asked.
My head began to lean, but I
told it to stay straight.
It is terrifying, she replied contentedly,
as she smiled reflected sun,
and there is never silence.
As I wondered if I would like this,
she remembered how
undoubtedly she loved it.
I want to go there when I die, she said.
The last word, it scared me a bit.
I asked why she wanted what she did,
and her eyes rippled smoothly.
She replied, It seems close enough to God,
with all the angelfish. Do you know what coral is?
I said no, and her hair
leapt over her shoulder when her face came to mine.
In her skin ran blue currents
and chilly depths.
Coral is a city, she said, A city
where sunsets sleep each day.
She saw me fail to comprehend,
and promised we’d go
when the stars skitter along bubbles,
and sharks use reflections as stepping stones.
Spoiler
It's not exactly done... I keep getting stuck and I don't know how to end it. Help?
P.S. I painted her with acryllic and edited with pixlr.com and picnik.com
P.S. I painted her with acryllic and edited with pixlr.com and picnik.com
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