My love for you

Was like sea glass

Initially jagged, unformed

Broken at the neck

Yet retaining the hue of emotion

Deep enough to pursue eternal

I tumbled over waves, dived further than breath, longer than one life

Losing need for solidity, I broke apart

The sea poured into my arabesque making

Stinging air and endless storm bucking like wild foamy horses

Crossed my being with deluged search

I became the very mouth of the ocean

Lost days at sea, wound around argent world

I learned no language but the rub

The rub of flayed feelings touching salt

against my glass heart.

3 Replies to “verre de mer”

  1. I read this and images are flowing when suddenly the music on the radio I was ignoring assaults me. It is from the Proms. It is that tsunami of sound, Verdi’s Dies Irae. I lose all track of where I was going, tumbled like your sea glass heart in that wave of emotion. It is fitting in some way undefinable.

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