drowning peacefully to sleep in your arms
it's beautiful everyday ocean dreaming
and su mmer floating the smell of sunset and sexually magnetic static
there's this piano piece playing in my brain, it makes me very full of
sleepy happiness
i don't think i'll come across another comfortable love like yours
because you're the t-shirt with the word 'free' on it, the one with the hole, the one that's the color of an old swimming pool in august.
i remember the elephants at the zoo. their sad eyes. next to the foggy pacific, that's no place for elephants.
the eucalyptus trees however, the smell fit snuggly in my memories, crisp, clean, clear.it's the piano. it alw ays has been. and your hands. the unbearable withdrawals i have from your hands.how can anyone be that patient? but it's the piano. it's underwater shipwreck salty blur into my aqua dreams sinking below love and nostalgia, it will be discovered. but with hopeful searching eyes, ones that want to find it, rescue it, restore it. then the curtain closes.
no flowers
poem copyright jamie erin 2011