dock at night, simple light, deep blue shadows running across your face. like nights in sarasota where everything is quiet and takes on the profane. the way you look up and sigh, the twisting of the ring on your finger, looking up at the moon.
the dock breaks.
you fall under the waves.
i am alone
holding out my hand...
you become visible
the water glittering moves around to the sides of your body
as if you are being reborn.
i am still palms out.
i wake up.
some stories have no ending.
dreaming of oceans miles away from red brick queens.
i am excited for 2008 and the leaving behind the tears of may with the memory of violet perfume.
may you still be able to cry at beauty.
may you be able to feel safety.
may you see the places in your dreams.
love from my ribcage seeping out with energy
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