throatless no more
along a shore
of the sea of you i tip toe
and under the tree of you
i duck low..i skip
from rock to rock, in fear
i decline the waterline lest i slip
for i drown in an inch of you
and i'm buried in a pinch of you
and all i have to do is think of you
and i’m tangled..lost
in the landscape of this fact that you
are never to be mine.
throatless no more
this tearful sea of me
is drained
my words lay flapping on your floor
like fish out of water.
i’m desert
without rain.
throatless no more
i spat in my hand*
and i swore
this dust, this dirt of me
i’ll plough
the seeds of this tree of me
i’ll sow with sweat
from my brow
and then..
i’ll run in the rain
i’ll sail wet
and deep
the salt on my face a new sea of me
i’ll ignore the pain
as i scale steep
the clefts of this rock of me
and then..
i'll dive to soar
the sky of the landscape of this fact that i
have got to survive.
