Wednesday, April 11, 2007

sanguineous to porite

Porite,

Sweeter returns aside, in the sea-waved
sigh rends only resurgence

and the marine wind's violence
remembered as we, meaning of course

my sweetheart and I, found for each other
the sea-smoothened pieces of sea glass

and the slowly in sand embossed
sea shells, each thread a ribbed along the back

definition to ocean faraway lonesomeness--
which is to say that the shells

and the glass transmit to hand
the scribbled and schismatic of white sound

which, although we couldn't exactly tell
what we felt at every part,

the sun layered in topaz
of sky and ocean seemed easy and worn

as we found with each other, without
much talk, the sea-smoothened.

-Sanguineous

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