She clung
Upon barest life,
Alike child, who wept
Of tears, unkept,
Strewn into the ocean’s tide
Like photographs never remembered.

I can shorten this rope
About your feet,
I can allot you no more freedom
To see the suffering gale
That moves from my lips, to set sail.

Leaving me
With absence, and remembrance
Of your curling form
About the sea’s unrest,
As you get undressed
To the solaces that escape from the moon.

Riding your tears,
Like lakes, like hollow fears,
To be the storm in your heart
That never does to the clouds
Ever part.

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