he does not want you to remember me so he erases. i follow close behind in a desperate attempt to undo what he has done. i reach into the soil of your memory until i feel the roots he could not reach, for he did not know how deep i have made my home inside of you.
i have choked on the salt and still you do not care to look at me. i am a disgrace in the eyes of my unseeing beholder with nothing left in me to believe that you could ever love what the sea has made of the stain you failed to get rid of. / bury me better next time, mother.
today i listened to the sea and what a sound she made, i thought if i listened close enough she’d have your voice and indeed she did. so i sat and i sat and she told me things, little things, secret things, she said this is what you do to a person. so i pressed the ear closer.
where others have choked and let it spill, you revel in the abundance and swallow like this is something you’re meant to savor. like you’ve never tasted something as good as my willingness to surrender.
i’m an open book under the pressure of your kiss. only you know how to get the words out of me with your mouth alone. a promise delivered to lips that part and overflow for your tongue to indulge. confessions. divinity unfurled because you are the only one who can take it.