August 6, 2019

• brig

  

   

  i was held by your voice and it gave me peace.
  i never heard the passing clouds...inside my
  chest there was a deep aquamarine sky
  above a soft rose-peach horizon. i was a captive of
  safety for the first time in my life.
  my heart sighed at the wind's touch, knowing
  your hands would be as gentle.

  cell phones do not calculate distance-- so you
  were always close, and there were times when
  it was late and you whispered, close your eyes.
  go to sleep.  dream of me.
  i should have died then, when happiness
  was perfect and dreams and moonlight were captured
  in the black brig of night.

  i was good to you.  so why bequeath me these
  three months of an obsidian sun and a broken heart;
  a partial eclipse of a full moon? why can't i get
  through the doldrums of no-end and no-hope? my heart withers
  and my mind is in fragments with no one to teach me now
  how to ease into sleep, how to sail across this
  endless ocean in a boat without wind or anchor

  and dreams spooling out behind me

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