I sit and breathe watching shifting sands,
an old man embracing recollections.
Lost in Lethean oblivion – every time I call the sea back to me
it rolls back from the shore. every. damn. time.
Cover your neck
Hold you close
Tied you in knots
‘til I broke loose
- ruined myself again.
Shards of myself lying next to the foetal glass,
A maudlin’ maelstrom of minutes counted and lost.
I see the whisper of you reappear from the dune grass,
To reach out and lose you again to the marram.
Cover your neck
Hold you close
Tied you in knots
‘til I broke loose
- ruined myself again.
Riveting recollections, snippets of emotional pinnacles,
I was lost (and wanted to be) in your warmth.
An all encompassing embrace.
This was love that fell here, salted rivers on cheeks as the salted firth
fermented slowly near our feet; like last night’s beer.
I covered your neck
Held you close
Tied you in knots
‘til I broke loose
- ruined myself again.
I left my soul by the seaside
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