maritime

bodies,

buoyed in a breathless embrace,–

around us,

the ceaseless breaking of waves.

 

caresses

crest with oceanic bliss,–

i am shored

by your shimmering, salt assurances.

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life’s debris, or ‘history’

a reliquary of long-forgotten things:

rag-dolls, ravished (embraced thread-bare),

and other antidotes to childhood fear;

daguerreotypes; unburnished promise rings;

 

baby-grows, outgrown before first wear;

coin-collections, three from being complete

propped by pill-boxes, garish and discrete;

a butterfly-clip which once pinned thinning hair,–

 

each shelf, a shore for many a life’s debris.

these trinkets outlive our dearest memories.