#SUNDAYPOETRY - LOW TIDE
LOW TIDE
THE TIDE GOES OUT LEAVING TINY BOXES OF COPPER WIRE
EACH READS A STORY FROM YOU TO ME, IN A POEM BETWEEN TWO DOORS
WHEN OPENED, THEY UNRAVEL, FILLING THE BREATHLESS SPACE BETWEEN US
UNCOILING METAL RINGS, I ATTACH ONE TO YOU, TO ME
THROUGH WORDS AND WIRE WE SPAN THE DISTANCE ACROSS
WAVES AND ROCKS, THE GLISTENING SUN STRIKES LIGHT
AND SQUINTING, FROM AFAR, I SEE YOUR EMPTY LINES LIT,
SPARKS OF WIRE, COPPER LINES RADIATE
VIBRATIONS OF YOU, BURNT UP, IN ME
I WATCH AND SOON SEE YOUR OPEN HEART- LIFTED
BECOME LIGHT WITH FIRE
AS THE TIDE COMES IN AND WASHES CLEAN
YOU BURN AWAY FROM ME, INTO THE SEA.
