Let your sun come up,
To crash with the wind,
Making warmth sear my cheeks,
Loosening radiance against these scars
That recede like waves from the shore
Into sculpted memories.
I am, where you falter,
Beneath the anchor.
We are Moses, choosing to be stagnant,
Rather than to part the reflection,
Just a heart buried too deep,
Just a moment we can delicately reap.
Just an ocean we had begun to seep
In memories carried backwards,
While nothing is motioned forward,
By tides we did weep.
As I undress
Your face from its sobbing,
That I might soothe your constant trembling.
Beneath your anchor,
I am weighted
By the sorrows that never lifted,
From the vessel that never drifted.