Chocolate aquariva ride
while tired eyes blur the lines
between synthetic and organic waters,
wonky and sleep deprived.
Wind tousles sun-bleached hair;
pushing past the theory
to the heart of the
matter.
Cruising:
bass rumble in my headspace;
sun beaming through the
zenith.
Tears heat shades and warm air bathes,
intuiting the complexity
for the first time.
It’s a watershed moment.
A kind of vulnerability,
scarier than death,
could turn a cynical mind to the
mystical,
equilibrium to chaos,
cutting through black waves
rushing zigzags through my
mind.
Strobe lights forced my hand;
looking back
from distant coasts
I could tell this was special,
aquaplaning on currents of
prospective memory,
diving down to new
depths.
Through orange-tinged branches
up at the sky,
the warmth of another and
later fireworks erupt
and the trees bear witness
to something so stubborn
pulling
like there’s more than just this.
Touch land for
coffee and sweeteners and
barriers broken down
in living room therapy sessions.
Open like chrysanthemum,
cerise pollen spilling out
buzzing white negative light:
I remember.
Combers crash in chocolate eyes,
glazed like gossamer,
longing to be
drifting aquariva
and saltwater splash up on the hull
on seas of moments lost
and moments gone for
good.