Last week I buried my toes in the sand
I caught a burn on my cheeks,
I caught a thought of you in my mind.
Equitable in temperature.
A hurtful burn, a sick soured sand,
You abrasive, scorching little thought.
Last week I saw your eyes in the water.
A wave splash on my feet
Procured my own saltwater,
From my eyes to the thought of yours,
An equitable transparent promise.
And maybe I really can see right through you?
No fool, I knew what words you’d whisper.
You’d blister me in a verbal ultraviolet
Just to get me there.
To get me
There.
It’s so fucking hot in here….
In my air conditioned home,
In my icewater hands,
With your pesky burning thought
Ripping lava through my head.
Every you leaves me a new kind of empty.
And every night leaves me an old kind of full.
Full of wishing, devoid of result.
You spin me in waves,
A tidal love,
And I’m in and out with the moon.
It should figure,
You only ever held me at night anyway.
And in turn, I’m magnetized to your motion,
Out in the morning, back before dusk,
Circling the earth just to lap you up,
For a night.
You’re a fools cradle, with your darkened sand,
Rocking my head to the sound of the waters
No one can see you here.
And now I’m pretty sure
You haven’t seen me either.
I caught a burn on my cheeks,
I caught a thought of you in my mind.
Equitable in temperature.
A hurtful burn, a sick soured sand,
You abrasive, scorching little thought.
Last week I saw your eyes in the water.
A wave splash on my feet
Procured my own saltwater,
From my eyes to the thought of yours,
An equitable transparent promise.
And maybe I really can see right through you?
No fool, I knew what words you’d whisper.
You’d blister me in a verbal ultraviolet
Just to get me there.
To get me
There.
It’s so fucking hot in here….
In my air conditioned home,
In my icewater hands,
With your pesky burning thought
Ripping lava through my head.
Every you leaves me a new kind of empty.
And every night leaves me an old kind of full.
Full of wishing, devoid of result.
You spin me in waves,
A tidal love,
And I’m in and out with the moon.
It should figure,
You only ever held me at night anyway.
And in turn, I’m magnetized to your motion,
Out in the morning, back before dusk,
Circling the earth just to lap you up,
For a night.
You’re a fools cradle, with your darkened sand,
Rocking my head to the sound of the waters
No one can see you here.
And now I’m pretty sure
You haven’t seen me either.
