To Make My Peace With You: Your Choice

Your Choice

Under the water
You know that I’m behind you
My chin over you shoulder
I kiss your ear

My arms around your stomach
The smell of your wet hair
I am so defeated – as I pull you near

Can you hear – the ocean in my sigh?
Whatever you decide

Out of the squalor
A braid of mating snakes
Shedding our discolor
Off each other

You know that I’m behind you
Crossing this ember bridge
What more resolution – could I give?

Can you see – the terror in my eyes?
But still
Whatever you decide




March 22, 2007