You are the waves upon the beach
Flowing and ebbing to a pulsing tide.
Where coral like moles are found, pebbled freckles reside
Under a synthetic sun. Light beams drape
Over your layered dunes, those weaving edges
Which engage in a relentless dance with the sea
Your boundaries and borders breaching waves.
Let me run upon this intersection
As your edges chase me, roaring sea blood
That births flowers and glass folding in on itself
Beautiful buds and lumps.
Kissing your stone teeth under a green heaven
I lie, and become immersed in a sinking sky
Subsumed in your pedicle folds.
Waking later, I arise, and explore the structures
On your coast, burnt out birdcages rusted further by scalding tears
Closed eyes say fatness looks like an object about to explode,
But you will never know the churches it has bombed,
Or the sterile worship it has abolished
For I have relished the thought of stretched out margins,
Marked by a wider space to move
My lover is now infinite paper, billowing out of a once-new printer
And I hold her as she surrounds me
Quickly sinking into her crashing waves of sand
Now shore, now sure
Of the distant love that awaits for me,
I move on to a new part, and walk out to sea.
