16.

I watch you sink and I sink with you
Drowning in choked sand-air
Buried and burying still into the dunes
You are too weary
to take the glass of cool, cool water
at your fingertips

Oh, to bathe you with my hair
To fill your lips with beads of water down my cheeks
To resurrect you with what’s left of me
I would cut off my two arms
to see a shadow of a light
beneath those eyelashes
some day

15.

In time of
little breaths and
nibbled like leaves the tips of my fingers
into rose-hued longer evenings

In time of
unbidden unforgotten
back-and-forths
blood stains caked on denim knees

In time of
lilies, I lost track
sweet spit like honeysuckle stems
and broken secrecy

I will forget and find Me
waiting in the quiet